Agura was a lovely soul, as gentle and soft-spoken as I could dream of in a spiritual advisor. She was also knowledgeable in all aspects of the cosmic and divine. The tigress came and sat by my side rather than opposite me, replicating my position on the couch. She handed me a box of fragrant herbs and told me to inhale deeply.
My nostrils were assaulted with aromas of lavender, cinnamon, tarragon, and ginger. Agura had somehow combined all my favourite smells into a tiny box, lulling me into a sense of security and allowing me to rest easy on the cloud of serenity.
“Let’s begin,” Agura stated, resting her giant paw on my hand. Her waterfall of jet-black hair swished around her as she twisted her head to look directly into my eyes, her ponytail slapping me gently in the face. The ends ti
