"So you've come," she smiled, wide and brimming to show off each one of her pearly, white teeth. Her relaxed demeanor showed through thoroughly as she stretched her body over a velvet covered armchair. The child, who aged hardly over fifteen, strung her fingers together to form a pyramid. She chuckled with a faux sense of warmth before clicking her tongue against her teeth a few times. Her gangly hands gripped a bundle of lightly cindering sage, waving the sharply scented smoke beneath her nostrils. Over eight other tightly bound hunks of green were oozing an acrid stench into the air. Small, bronze trays hung from ceilings to leak incense through the dirt walls that surrounded her and stone oil burners helped perfume the oxygen further. The entire shack was a maze of strange aromas and hallucinogenic exhaust.
As for the female lounging about in the swirling grey fog, she saw far past the labyrinth she'd created. After all, the point of creating such smog was to confuse and disorient all who entered her cabin. Well, it wasn't so much of a cabin as it was a shack. A shack that hid itself in a shroud of fog and grass so no one could enter with ease. It had been built hundreds of years ago but the child managed to keep it in perfect condition. Every inch of the soil walls had been decorated with talismans and tapestries and torches. A collection of swords and fans dangled from their respective spots, each one far different from the last.
"What is it you seek, Varia?" the young woman plucked a ornate pipe from the rickety wooden table beside her. She took a long drag from its mouthpiece, allowing a moment for the vapors to stew in her lungs. A heavy plume of smoke was forced into the face of a man who seemed to be hardly more than a collection of silvery hair and seething rage. His nose twitched to the side in an edgy manner. He was not at all happy about being sent to this underground lair. Upon specific orders, the swordsman had traveled to Ireland in hopes of meeting with the 'Seer'. And that's exactly who stood before him. Or at least he presumed her to be, unsure because of the way his sight was being bent. Fire seemed to shoot from the back of her head though, in reality, it was a clump of matted, curly hair tinted a vibrant orange.
The only other piece of her that stuck out through the darkened fog was a pair of eyes. Sightless, to be precise. The irises were a milky white, blending in and out of the smoke with their Maltese shading. No light sidled through them, no darkness either, simply an ever traveling black. And that was the blessing in the curse of the Seer.
"I can bring you him world, if the shark so desires." she snickered, a cruel yet innocent edge in her voice.
Pet projects~ They make me smile. I had a sudden burst of inspiration the other day, climbing around on my best friends roof. Review if you want to see the next part soon! Sub and fav, because you're all my muse! Thanks for reading, mooncalves
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