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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:13 pm
"You're right Max! C'mon let's go! We'll see you later Trinity." Kerana couldn't help but want to get out and look about. She wondered what kinds of stores are out there too. Hopefully it would help keep her mind off her worries of Sean.
They step out of the Paladin Guild. There was a market place practically covering half of town and tall buildings surrounding it. Tents filled with fruits and vegetables covered portions of the places they walked by. Kerana, though she got a little side tracked by the clothing vendors she headed toward the general direction of the dream reader. "Here we are..." Kerana was about to knock on the door only to be knocking on air.
The door revealed an old gypsy-like woman who beckoned them with her long fingers, "Come in children of life. I've been expecting you... you're a little late but I suppose due to your nature Kerana I was expecting that as well."
Kerana paused... she didn't even give the woman her name and already she knew her name? Just by looking at her? "woah..." Kerana could sense the potent magic in the air, this woman was no fake.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:55 pm
Max quietly followed Kerana, not saying a word. His mind was...elsewhere. More pressing worries had returned to his mind, he had remembered that he was searching for someone, his lost love, before meeting Trinity. There had been so much going on since then, he hadn't had much time to think. Now as he waited on Kerana as she browsed clothing vendors, his quest came rushing back to him. He thought about running now, getting back to the trail he'd been following, but it was long cold when he'd left it, and the way was much more dangerous now. The only real choice he had was to stick with Kerana and trinity, and hope he could find his way again later.
He put the thoughts out of his mind for the time being as they approached the Dream Reader's hut. He could barely hold in a snicker at Kerana's surprise when the Reader opened the door. Had he forgotten to mention that Readers were usually at least a little psychic? "Good evening, Reader." He said, bowing his head respectfully.
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