“Are you kidding me?” Wait… that was it? Fiona just stared at the blank card in her hand for a long time, at a bit of a loss for words, as if she was expecting something more to happen. But there was nothing. The amount of dissatisfaction that suddenly hit her made her groan. She was beginning to question why she had been curious to begin with; curiosity really does kill the cat as they say. Why should she have expected there wouldn’t be anything extraordinary from some homeless person? It was plausible but she was obviously expecting a lot. Sure, she was looking for something to ease her boredom but come on. This was just… almost irritating. “See, I knew this tarot stuff was just a steaming pile of bullshit for a reason. Seriously… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” She waved the card around as if demanding an explanation.<br/><br/>When the man tucked his cards away with a sigh, she looked to the woman and her odd pet wolf as if she was expecting her to say something about the readings. But it was weird. Even if the reading was disappointing she did find it odd. No matter how much Fiona wanted to brush it off and laugh, she did get a sense of something ominous about the reading. Her lips parted to say something in response, but then something odd happened. There was a sudden surge of energy coming from inside the building and more glass shattered. Something was coming and she felt that heeding this man was wise. All of her life she had been told not to trust strangers; what if he was just some creep looking to scare people. Maybe she felt that way because of all of the ‘friends’ her father use to associate with.<br/><br/>The man had been long gone by the time she looked back to where he had been. All that remained was a card that read: The marked. She frowned. There was a lot she wanted to say, and a lot of questions she had a feeling she should get out of here. Another sound of glass shattered ripped through the air. By then, he mind was made up.<br/><br/>Yeah, getting inside was wise, Fiona had a feeling she might get hurt otherwise. If the sounds of shattering glass left and right were not enough of  a hint. So before more glass came crashing down on her, she went indoors. It seemed a little quieter in here so she decided to find her way to a couch and sit down. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a sigh. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake the uneasiness, the disappointment that was seething inside of her. The images of each card were burned into her mind. She thought about them, wondering what they could mean. Something was drawing her to them, a drive to learn more. Ah, but it was not wise to put too much thought into things, now was it? It was just a silly reading. Nothing more, there was nothing to get so worked up about.<br/><br/>Right?