<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Awena the Teller</span></span><br/><br/>Again the moons bright gaze entranced Awena the bright stars calling out to her as her fingers caress the windows glass her barrier to the stars. Her room was quite and still as she sat up from the window sill, her fingers trailing across the old wood wall. Her pale fingers delicately picking up the the pitcher that held the still water which now flowed into the small wooden cup. The cup reaching her pink lips her mind swimming from her day with the others. It had been like any other she thought as she sat upon her bed, inhaling deeply the smell of wood and people filled her nose. The scent was of a small comfort to Awena as she reached for her door exiting it out into the hallway.<br/><br/>She was not yet in the settling mood and so ventured down the stairs and figured what better time to read a few cards for her own pleasure. Finally reaching the last of the rickety steps her small frame sat into a hard wooden chair her hands diligently shuffling the cards gracefully. Taking a deep breath she placed the deck down and then cutting the deck and back together again went the cards no back in her skilled hands. Placing three cards face down now she glanced down at them curious of there predictions, nine of diamonds, nine of spades, ten of clubs it seemed there next trip was going to be filled with unexpected troubles. Awena let out a sigh not liking what her cads revealed but silently dealt with the on going questions in her own mind. Again the continuing shuffle of her cards could be heard through the tavern/inn.