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The worn cards thrum and snap softly between his bony fingers, the oddly cool air of the caravan smells of time and the surrounding meadow. His yellowed eyes slowly float upward to meet the client's while he methodically shuffles the paper squares of magick. The first card flits out of the deck, landing haphazardly on top of the lavender-dyed tablecloth. The second spins and the final drifts to it's resting place near it's forerunners. The client anxiously swallows the metaphorical lump in her throat. The man telling her fortune casts his gaze down after what seems to her an eternity of cold silence, turning the card of the past up. Empress, her sublime femininity illustrated in a dainty manner across the aged face. His thin lips twists up at one corner for a brief moment. Present, star. The woman painted on this card is unlike the empress, bawdy in appearance with fearful eyes quivering at the night heavens. The client wrings her pale, thin hands. ''Future,'' he states flatly

Iris grinned as she secured the tie-dyed dew rag around her head, it was the final piece to her ensemble outfit. The rest included, sandals, capris pants, a plain white blouse with short puffy sleeves, and a colorful cloth vest. Her straw-colored hair was plastered to her face as she flashed a mischievous grin. Today she was certain to be the leader, and not Golloglas. Because on this day she would have the best idea. A pop of her neck and Iris was wandering out the door to fetch her boys and stir some mischief. The young girl soon found herself on the sunbaked sidewalk of the grand and glorious kingdom known as her neighborhood. Her boys as she called them lived close by and like clockwork the three of them would meet outside, come up with an idea to entertain themselves and then act on that idea. It didn’t take long for the miscreants to find each other, Golloglas arrived in his torn blue jeans, hightops, and flannel shirt. As usual the long brown haired boy’s face was dirty from