She slid onto the bar stool without paying much attention to it. Her eyes were wide and focused on Destiny. It seemed that her name had much more meaning than previously thought. Sympathy had no further cares about the alcohol. She was enthralled.
Her people held in high esteem those that could work the magics of seeing the future, of divining fates, of fortune telling. Scryers and card readers, rune throwers and glass seers. Sympathy herself had a little magic, but it was nothing like what Destiny was speaking of. She could place a curse, which she didn't do unless it was extremely necessary. It was the Devil's hand in her, and Sympathy did not want to have dealings with the Devil. She could count on one hand the number of people she had used the power on. She'd much rather run them through with a blade.
What she wouldn't have given to have a power like Destiny's.
"You read the tea leaves..." the pirate breathed out. "what will you see?"