She twirls her graceful fingers in the air offering you a chair in front of her. In front of you on her table are many trinkets imbued with magical abilities. She smiles at you politely and says your name again.
"Do you believe in destiny?" she asks you with the voice of a songbird.
Before you can answer she reaches across the table and places her finger over your lips. She smells of star jasmine and Egyptian musk.
"Of course you do, otherwise you would not be here.." she giggles softly
"I am but a vessel, you need to choose...." She moves her hands out in front of her and moves them across the trinkets with the grace of a dancer.
"choose..." she murmurs.
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