~*~ Three of Cups ~*~
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Grace.
Impression. Addiction. Intoxication.
Celebration. Vines of the heart and lines of the feet and the pale smell of burnt wine.
Ah,
little one ? She of the Wheel must fancy you somewhat, if Boethius so uninclined towards such an unruly affection - but party indeed ~ ♥
A... Bloody Wedding, perhaps...?
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Curious devices, this City employs, and as curious its Fools. Insofar, I have received:
one offer to own me.
one offer to feed me.
several offers to have their fortunes read.
...and I do believe a fourth category petitioned..
...apologies, but I am indeed curious as to what might have misled one into thinking I perform services of this particular nature ~ -__-
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