The job was almost disappointing, as if they had not expected such a dead outcome the first day. By noontime, sales racked up to about three discs sold, and as that Saturday morning progressed rather slowly into afternoon two band-mates arrived to relieve Olga and Kevin of their duty. It was just in time, too; the two were so excited for the fair and bored by their responsibility that they almost abandoned the stall. The morning had been a slow run, anyway, as the majority of younger people attended the fair in the evenings, when the festivities were planned. This is exactly what they hoped to participate in: the evening activities, starting with the opening of the brewery.
Across the fairgrounds they walked, with her holding onto his arm the whole way to ensure they did not become separated in the sea of festive people. Next to his faithfully-dressed companion, Kevin stood out a bit in his black t-shirt and worn jeans, but this did not bother either of them. It was more in her style to dress in Renaissance gear than his. Taking in the environment in all their senses caused them both to remain comfortably silent. Sights, great decorations and replicas of a village lost to history. Smells wafting through the frosty air kissed their noses and begged fairgoers to follow them to the source. The mindless chatter was lulled and overrun by sounds of strings and metal and vendors advertising their wares to passerby. Footsteps on uneven, packed terrain whispered reminders to be wary of their stepping. The taste of the winter breeze on her lips caused Olga to constantly pay them attention, if only to make sure they did not chap apart, but simply accepted it as a sign of her favorite season. Every year these two experienced these sensations, and every year they dreaded the day the festivities were packed up and carried away, forgotten until the next winter.
Having spotted a fortune-telling tent, Olga suggested they stop to rest there. Without much of a choice, he complied, welcoming the break for his still-sore foot from his weight. They broke away from the river of bodies to enter the rather small pavillion and took the seats arranged for guests. In any other place of entertainment here, the decorations were over-the-top in attempting to recreate the atmosphere of a Renaissance-era village. However, other than the scarves adorning the walls and posters of various symbols affiliated with fortunes, this tent was very plain and did not transport them to the magic of a gypsy wagon. A tired employee swiftly entered through the back flap of the shelter and took her seat without even a glance at her customers. Olga wondered if, unlike them, no one was available to take her shift, and if that was what caused her to seem impatient. Her companion didn't seem to take notice, and simply took this chance to rest in the chair. She, however, was eager to learn her fortune, and paid the vendor for a reading of Tarot cards.
The teller shuffled the cards so mechanically that the raven-haired girl could almost smell the oil needed for this tin man's heart. Kevin glanced over at the shuffling without moving his head, his body facing the mess of people outside. He had been to these types of attractions before, and evry time he had his palm read or cards interpreted the riches they promised never materialized, only empty pockets and willpower to walk past the ever-expensive swords display with dignity. Olga never really tried her hand at this sort of parlor-trick before and hoped to see for herself if the stars really did hold answers for her.
Suddenly the cards were slammed down one by one, each turning upwards and being placed in a curious cross-like pattern in front of the client. The paying customer attempted to get a good look at the cards on the table, but it was all in Latin. There was one, however, that stood out to her with great interest. It portrayed a man and a woman together under the sun, hands almost touching but still too far apart, with a sort of angelic figure behind them, seemingly trying to bind them together. She recognized this as a depiction of the biblical parents of all humans.
Kevin leaned over to look at the cards laid out in front of them and studied each one quickly. His studies of Tarot readings were a quick research session and some card collecting, but he knew enough to understand what the cards meant. He looked at his friend, who was glowing with anticipation to have her fortune read, and decided the thoughts racing through his mind were better left as thoughts. The outside fair provided him with a perfect distraction as he stared out at it, trying to deafen his right ear so he didn't have to hear what the cashier was about to say.