Ambitions and Advisory - [Markus Woodrow] Dec 5, 2016 22:01:17 GMT -7
Post by Charlotte Firiana on Dec 5, 2016 22:01:17 GMT -7
6th of the Scales of Judgment, 5152
A stretch of barren woods near the Dirys-Muerte Border
Charlotte held her hands up for warmth as she stared into the dancing flames of her fire, searching for any new sights that felt like coming to her. She sat on a small, ratty-looking log, set up like a chair on the ground that was starting to become less craggy with splotches of grass, and more sandy with splotches of weeds. Two moons were high in the sky, lighting up the dark in a way that Charlotte did not require, but which was still nice to look at.
She was on her way to Guadaro. Earlier this morning, after noticing a new detail in one of her recurring visions that she'd failed to notice before, she had performed a scrying to try and find meaning to that detail, and wound up seeing herself in the Mot village of Guadaro, where she'd find something of key importance. Supposedly. She'd managed to earn a good amount of money from her fortune-telling in Enezenn these past few days, and was stocked up on travel supplies, so she'd seen no reason not to set out immediately.
For now, though, she was stopped. It was getting late, and the desert landscape of Muerte could be unforgivingly cold at night, so she'd set up camp near the border for the evening, sitting in front of a comfortable fire. Sojourn had helped with setting that up, allowing Charlotte to conjure a bit of it from somewhere, and Lotus had also helped her ward her camp sight for protection against wild beasts. Really, she could go to sleep at any time...
But for whatever reason, she stayed awake. She kept staring into the flames, squinting as though begging for something new to come to her.
'Quit it, Charlotte. If you want a vision so badly, do a scrying. Don't just try to will one to come to you on its own.'
Charlotte huffed. She couldn't help it. It had been a while since she had received a lead of any kind, so it was somewhat nerve-wracking to have to wait till the morning before she would find out what was in store for her. She wanted to see more, to have a better idea of what to expect beyond 'you will arrive in Guadaro in the morning and find something important'. But scryings took magical energy, energy Charlotte wanted to save for the next day considering the potential dangers of where she was headed.
She kindly told Specs to mind his own business.
'Your visions are very much my business, Charlotte. Why do you think I even sponsor you?'
'But Specs,' came the musical tone of Sojourn's voice. 'Charlotte has Divination magic all on her own. She doesn't need you to do it.'
Charlotte quirked a smirk. Sojourn was always so plainly forward in her way of speaking, and often intended absolutely no offense by her blunt statements. She described herself as being an artist, a creative, and so the nuances of social grace were not especially important to her.
Even if she hadn't meant to offend, the indignation in Specs's tone was still hilarious. 'Excuse me? If it weren't for me, her visions would be shaky at best. How do you think she manages the clarity she does?'
'Well,' said Lotus this time. 'Perhaps her hard work and effort is to thank? Come now, it's not as though she sits around all day waiting for us to hand magic to her. She works quite hard at it.'
Ah, Lotus. Ever the kind and respectful fellow, always appreciating and recognizing effort and good will. Charlotte almost felt bad for Specs; he tended to get along better with Miss Diamond and The Gentleman, and neither of them were here right now. Sojourn and Lotus were much less... well, less fork-tongued, as Miss Diamond might describe Specs, and thus much less likely to go along with his occasional ego trips.
Rather than bothering to argue with them or concede that Lotus was right and that Charlotte did work damn hard on her own innate magic, Specs instead huffed in an irritable tone and decided instead to shift his focus elsewhere. 'There's a carriage coming, by the way. Someone with money is aboard. They're going to stop nearby shortly. Do what you will with that.'
He might as well have been saying see, I AM useful. Charlotte sighed and smiled. For as suave and smug as Specs could be what with him having a way of knowing things innately, his feelings were surprisingly easy to hurt.
Charlotte took a moment to assure him that regardless of whether or not she had her own divination magic, she was very grateful for all the help Specs offered her. This seemed to mollify his pouting a bit, so she turned her attention to the road that was nearby. She was camped just off of it, her fire probably plainly visible to anyone who was traveling along it, and sure enough she heard the sound of a carriage.
After a few moments had passed, the horses and wagon came into view, both looking exceptionally lavish and ornate. The horses were beautiful and well-cared for, and the wagon practically screamed 'rich person here'. And, just as Specs predicted, they stopped. Because one of the wagon's wheels suddenly snapped off.
The carriage did a minor lurch as the back right wheel came loose off of its spoke. It rolled away away and the whole thing began to tip. It had apparently been built with a failsafe for this, though, as a small kickstand flung out immediately to brace the wagon, preventing it from completely collapsing onto its wheel-less corner. The driver stopped the horses immediately, and servants were jumping off of the wagon and scrambling to check and make sure nothing was majorly damaged, a couple of them opening the door to look inside at whomever must have been in there. Charlotte heard their voices faintly asking if their passenger was alright.
'This could be a money-making opportunity,' Sojourn said brightly. 'You could offer to fix his wheel for him! I'll help you conjure it back into place.'
'Or she could let the servants handle that and offer the rich passenger a fortune-telling instead,' Specs stated.
'I don't suppose you could just forget about making more money and just offer them a spot in your camp while they work to fix their cart, for safety?' Lotus added his two cents.
Charlotte decided that she was going to do none of those things. She was just going to sit and watch, this spectacle a welcome distraction from her worries over the next morning.
"How oft we forget, the simple pleasure of watching a small pebble make a ripple in a large pond."