Re: In With the Fortune Teller
She didn't make a grab for, or even look at the gold coin that was pressed to the table, instead she continued her weaving for just a moment longer coming to a suitable stopping point in her work. She watched it carefully for another moment still, weaving a dream within a dream was never easy. But she was trying here and now to do just that. One that would't break as all the webs around the room had broken. As the crystal on the table next to her had once shattered. She gave it the once over to be sure it wasn't cracking again, counting the pieces, one, two, three, four, five, six, running long fingernails over the sharp edges delicately as she did.
All this before her attention was on the guest at her table, and then she smiled, "Hello," she said her expression gentle and warm despite her cool alabaster complexion and ice blue eyes. She noticed the coin then. Yes. Of course. She turned the hourglass over, the sand began to make it's journey from one glass bulb to the next. They had time between them now. She didn't pocket the coin, or make any move toward it at all. Instead she looked over at the web she had been working on and tilted her head a bit. "This one must be for you," there was no disappointment there, not even a touch of dismay.