To add to her bad day, someone who looked like a homeless beggar decided to appear out of nowhere and her attention had been taken off the girl and her strange, metal pet. There really as something eerie about how the homeless tended to blend in with the city around them. Almost like ghosts, moving amongst the crowd. People did tend to pay them no mind, and Fiona was definitely one of those people. She had better things to do than just sit around and listen to some homeless person ramble on about whatever. While a lot of them did say some insightful things, most were off their rocker or just plain creepy. This guy was definitely both, in one way or another, so typically she would just ignore him and go on her merry way. He did give off some really creepy vibes now that she was thinking about it.<br/><br/>â€œYeahâ€¦ My luck has been fabulous all day,â€ she sighed heavily as she watched the mysterious hooded man play with his deck of cards. Her eyes were more drawn to what he was wearing than the cards, however. This guy screamed ominous in nearly every way possible. It nearly gave her chills down her spine. He seemed to use the chaos that erupted in the background, which she had blocked out to focus on this man, to just slither in and strike up a conversation. She was not sure what to think about how comfortable he was just approached the two of them out of the blue like nobodyâ€™s business. Or the fact that nobody else in the area aside from her and the woman with the metal wolf seemed to pay him any mind. Was he just some creepy looking to bother some women? The city had so many odd peopleâ€¦<br/><br/>A free reading? She was about to ask , but another question popped in its place, â€œTarot cards?â€ Fiona arched a brow and let the inquiry linger in the air a bit. â€œWellâ€¦ I donâ€™t know about thatâ€¦â€ If there was one thing she tried to avoid, it was people and those damned tarot cards. One of the men her father works with was in love with those things. He claimed he could see the future, and some of his predictions had been horridly accurate. Needless to say this was not the â€˜small liftâ€™ she had asked for. However, she was drawn to the card for a moment, taking in its design. â€œDestiny,â€ she repeated, almost mesmerized by the colors. It made her feel like something was about to happen but she could not place her finger on it. Maybe it had something to do with the woman and her pet, standing near her?<br/><br/>Either way she could feel something tugging at her. Something wanted her to accept this free reading, and would keep nagging until it was satisfied. She looked at the man for a long time, and then glanced to the woman beside her, then looked around at the commotion still happening in the background. Perhaps she was looking for some excuse to get out of there, but like with everything else happening today she found nothing. A strange nervousness swelled inside of her. There was nothing visible about her mixed emotions, thankfully, aside from the look on her face that practically screamed that she was either amused or something similar. She really wasnâ€™t sure herself honestly.<br/><br/>She didnâ€™t need to ask herself if she wanted to take the chance, for the words had practically slipped out of her mouth before she knew what hit her, â€œYeah, I guess Iâ€™ll have that reading. Iâ€™m a little intrigued.â€ Fionaâ€™s voice was a little quieter and she, making a little more eye contact now, not that she much of his face obscured by that hood, folded her arms over her chest and sighed heavily. Partly in a â€˜letâ€™s get this over withâ€™ fashion, but it was actually more like what she had said. She was actually rather intrigued by this. Despite the stance making her seem impatient, however, she was a little interested in what he had to say. Well, actually, maybe she was more bored and wanting to pass the time but intrigued nonetheless. It was better to be entertained than sit around and doing absolutely nothing.