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Watching the delicate moments of Persephone as she tapped the cup, Vivianna stood still. Fortune of a goddess? Could she do that? With anticipation, curiosity and fear twingling within each inch of her skin, she held the place by both sides, as if pinching a close friend, and slided it on the table towards herself. With an inhale, she placed her hand over it, a try to feel the energies of the cup. It was... different, but Vivianna wasn't surprised. That was to be expected after all.
"My tea leaves reading is not as well as my tarot," Vivianna said. She wanted to say how she was also worried about the fact that she was not a mortal being, but decided to leave that for later. Her finger tips touched the cup but before she turned it, she stopped and thought for a second.
"How does an immortal being percieve time?" she asked, hoping it wasn't a topic that the goddess would take offence to.
Readying herself, she turned the cup around. Immediately, as if whispering of horrible secrets, her eyes opened wide, a burst of sounds echoed in her ears, but she didn't know if anyone else could also hear them. She tried to look away, but couldn't. The leaves inside the cup, as if still swirling, were moving. And soon, with a loud sound, the cup cracked and burst into pieces within her hands.
Vivianna had many things to think now. She couldn't understand what had happened, but she felt the pain of the small cuts on her fingers. She felt embarrassment for what had conspired. She felt a weird sense of joy from this situation she was in. Akin to hitting the gold mine, but losing an arm in the process. This joy that was only a mere shadow on the back of her mind would not be something she'd notice.
Seeing her ink-black blood slowly starting to appear, Vivianna quickly placed her under, beneath the stall away from the peering eyes.
"I- I'm sorry," she muttered, her speech was in cuts, her expression barely seemed composed.
"I... I do not know what happened." Vivianna's mind was now filled with questions. Was the tarot reading for Phoebe... or Persephone? If so, why didn't anything happen with the cards? If she was the goddess of spring, was her effect more prevalent on herbal components? Shaking these thoughts, with the beats of her racing heart in her ears, Vivianan looked at the goddess with anticipation of what she would do next.