𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕩𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓞𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼

She heard the door open. Hello, sweetheart. I waited for you. Please sit down. The stranger took place on the opposite chair. So, I heard you can tell the future?, the stranger asked. Yes, my dear. She reached into the drawer and took out her self-painted tarot deck. Wow, these are beautiful, the stranger whispered. Did you drew them? I thought you were blind... I am, but I can see with my mind, she answered. She moved her head as if she looked around in her room and the pale yellow candles standing in-between the blue roses lighted up. Only now the stranger saw all the roses that filled this room. Meanwhile Beatrix had laid down the cards. She revealed the cards to him. The ace of cups, the fool, as well as death. She heard the stranger suck in a sharp breath. Your life was full of love and friendship. But now you are too careless. This will be fatal to you or your loved ones. The strangers eyes widened with fear.Don't be afraid, my dear. But you can't avoid it. The death will always find it's way, she said calmly, but somehow her voice sounded soothing.
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Beatrix
Female
The witch of New Orleans
⩥ a very calm and balanced person
⩥ draws her magic from nature, the four elemets
⩥ close attention to nature and her surroundings
⩥ very compassionate of her clients
⦔ laying tarot cards
⦔ asking the witch board
⦔ working in her garden
⦔ drawing
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