A long moment passed between them as the hooded man shuffled the apparent future telling cards. The man wasted no time with trying to look fancy or attract attention. After all, he was a beggar to begin with. Time came and went but eventually the man pulled a card from the stack. The man turned to her holding a card and then slowly revealed it. On the face of the card there was an electric guitar standing vertical. The base was buried partially in ice and the strings were being struck by lighting.<br/><br/>She stared at the card in a trance. It was beautiful in a unique way. "R A muse of sorts is the card for you, Creativity calling from the past and swirling in the future. You know the words but know not the melody nor access to the body... Aim high and dream high for destinies are forged as much as they are all ready laid out." There was a smirk on the man's fast or what looked as close to one as possible before handing the card to her. A muse...obviously this was a positive reading. Can this be accurate?<br/><br/>The hooded man then turned to the other female that was with her. Her pet mechanical wolf slowly backed from the man as if the stranger was a danger. A sound of the card shuffling again caught her attention and just like before her surroundings were completely gone. Nothing but the cards and the man held her attention.<br/><br/>His hands uncovered a single card. She could not see the card as it was meant for the other female. Obviously, there was a problem with the card because he began to reshuffle the deck while sighing. He pulled a card from the deck again which resulted as another blank card. What kind of tarot reading was this?<br/><br/>The card said something with an image on it that was hard for her to see from the angle she was at."You ladies might want to head inside before..." Before what? There was a sudden bang and she then understood that he was suggesting that they be safe rather than sorry. Sandor was barking rapidly as glass fell down to the ground. She looked at Fiona because the man had disappeared as fast as as he came.<br/><br/>It could of been a flake or a set up by the man to read one great reading and one reading of nothing.  Her hand pet Sandor out of instinct rather than comfort. The reading itself was just..well ...interesting to say the least. "Fiona, I think we should heed his words at least." Getting inside would be the wise idea in this situation. She grabbed Sandor by his metal collar considering he was partially metal and is a lighting magnet.<br/><br/>Once inside the building at safety her hand released the metal dog. He sat silently wagging his tail at Fiona. " The marked? What the hell kind of reading was that anyways? I swear the guy must of been playing us. Yet, I also feel like this was not a normal reading at the same. How about you? "