It was so vivid in her mind, she knew that she needed to meet this woman whose magic was so great that even she saw it. She paused as she looked down on the dregs of her tea. This nameless woman was impossible to read at this distance, but she could see that they would cross paths very soon.
"Cassandra", she heard a voice calling her from her garden. She sighed, a customer at the most inopportune moment, she had to meet with them. she pushed her chair, walked towards her vanity, fixed her long curls, tying them into a ponytail, she pushed up her spectacles showing her bright blue eyes and wet her lips. Her face was white, almost as pale as the moon, and had a slender stature. She was called Cassandra, a daughter of a wealthy merchant who made his fortune by reading their fortunes. Among h
