The woman looked to him, her squinted eyes barely catching light as she stared up at him and rose a brow. She could feel a scar filled soul of pain and suffering, one she hadn't felt in years. His eyes shown so much pain, abuse, fear. She was curious on why he suddenly felt like he had a wall hiding the truth. The gypsy medium nodded and smiled, excusing the short grasp of who he was in his heart. Walking to the back she smiled, "Be good, and well." she said before vanishing. Viola was not paying attention to anyone but the quivering old lady who was worried about her future. The cards she hated to use, always had since spirits liked to play with them. Tarot cards honestly scared her since she was still learning how to use her gift. She explained what she could to the woman, told her what she read and soon the lady was gone, looking less like a shivering bug eyed rat dog. Sighing she picked up the cards and put them in a stack before looking back, seeing her friend she smiled and waved. Standing she patted out her work skirt and walked over to her new friend, "I'm glad you came. I am guessing you met Madame Leona?" she said walking to a tea pot on a warming counter and got a couple cups and filled them. Bringing one to him and sat at her table facing him, "I hope some one asks to do the ball today. If your lucky- I can act as a medium to let you see them if it's possible. It's been a while since I've done that." she said pushing her hair back.Â