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Faith the Teapup

Tasseomancy_752
Legacy Name: Tasseomancy_752

The

Cream Kora
Owner:

Hope

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 12th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: October 12th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
April 22nd, 2012

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 11
HP: 11/11
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

TASSEOMANCYn. - divination through tea leaves.

Everything she did was a lie.

From the time she got up in the morning and put on her gypsy adornments, to the time she drank her last cup of lavender tea to help her get to sleep at night: not a single thing she did told the truth. The truth, if she bothered to think about it, was that she hated her gypsy skirts and bells and jewelry, and found lavender tea to be quite cloying. But that didn't matter. What mattered was keeping up appearances.

Tasseomancy sighed as she escorted out her last customer of the day. The woman was a regular client, coming every week for updates on her love life, her job, and her life in general. Most of Tasse's clients were regulars like that, which made her job easier; once you started seeing a person for a while, you began to understand exactly what they wanted to hear. And that's what she always gave them.

Lies.

It all went back to her roots. The thing was, she technically was a Gypsy, or at least half-Gypsy; her mother had always been unclear about her father. But, one thing was for sure: Tasseomancy's mother was a true Romani Gyspy - or Traveler, as was the preferred name. Growing up, they lived the traditional nomadic lifestyle, centered around their family and culture. Unfortunately, a lot of places weren't accepting of their heritage. Tasse's mother was an outspoken woman who was fiercely proud of her culture, so she rebelled against the animosity shown toward them by flaunting that which they were uncomfortable with. She wore the most flamboyant clothing she could get, and began reading up on Traveler ways. The problem was, not all of the things she read and heard were what her culture would have wanted her to represent. It was within this period of discovery that she began claiming psychic powers.

They, too, were a lie.

From that point on, Tasseomancy's entire life was filled with her mother's tarot cards and clients and crystal balls and mysterious strangers. Her mother taught her how to read tea leaves - but mostly she taught her how to read people, and pick up on the strange subconscious tics that signal a person's thoughts. In time, Tasse became as good as her mother at learning how to "read minds". It was the tea leaves, though, that called her attention. She knew the interpretations of patterns and all their supposed meanings, and knew it was all just a lie. Yet, still, she was drawn to them.

When her mother died, Tasseomancy had to get away from the countryside she grew up in. She couldn't handle the enmity without her mother there. Instead, she traveled to America, and rented a place in New York, with every intention of moving on in time. But something unexpected happened: she began feeling comfortable. To prolong her time in this place where she was treated equally, she began taking clients from right out of her tiny brick apartment. She didn't want to continue on with the fortunes, not really, because that had never been her. It was all a lie. Yet, it was all she knew; it was her tie to her mother.

A tie, but a lie.

At first, things went as well as they had ever gone, and she was, maybe not quite happy, but okay. People here in this city didn't treat her like a leper. She could fade into the background if she wanted to. That was her intention, when she realized it was possible, but something held her back from throwing out all her Gypsy clothing and tasseomancy tools. She wasn't sure what it was that kept her from doing it. But whenever she tried to ball up her skirt and toss it into the trash can, she would suddenly stop and brew herself a cup of tea instead. Tea! She had had enough tea for a lifetime! Why couldn't it just let her be? But that wasn't even the most upsetting part. The most upsetting part was how, as hard as she tried, she couldn't look away from the bottom of the cup as she sipped, and couldn't ignore the very clear pattern of a hand etched from her tea leaves.

This was not a lie.

"Destiny", those tea leaves screamed.

Destiny.

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