Bad Omen

Relm looked toward Deimos if only for a moment... and there was a part of her that almost wanted to stay with him if only the familiarity of being in the pack together. In the end she rose to leave, making hesitant steps away from him and the fortune teller. It wasn't really any of her business she supposed and she'd be lying to say that she cared about what was read for Deimos.

The black fox rose a brow at the purple man as if he could read everything about him just by looking at him. He wiggled his paws on both sides of the fire, causing it to ignite more and set sparks hopping out from underneath, the fox tilted his head looking down. "The tall flame here suggests over a long period of time," A toe pointed down at where the sparks sprang out, "The sparks indicate a personal loss."

The fox backed up a little bit as the smoke pushed towards him in an almost magical fashion it seemed, making him cough just a bit before he spoke again. "The way the smoke swooped is telling you to proceed cautiously, splitting two ways says you are stuck between two decisions in your life." He turned his head to look behind him with a squint in his eye from the smoke exposure, "North to the ocean means you need to build a good foundation in your dreams and goals before moving forward." The fox looked back into the now smoldering fire opposed to any large flames, again pointing down at the burning wood, "And that tells me you are struggling with hostility and resentment or that you will be soon."

"Relm"