If the girl was not already doing so, this would be where the four-armed denizen would invite her to sit at the table. "Don't need your palm to tell you've got trouble with self-esteem," she observed. A small, good-natured smile being raised in Valerie's direction and the cards being slipped back into their holder.
"Let's see what we can see, hmm?"
Tempted to take another chocolate biscuit, the brunette excused herself with a muttered, "No, I mustn't... Addicted to those things, I am." Then helped to make sure Valerie's palm was spread with one set of hands, while the other trailed fingertips along the various lines and creases which were being studied. At one point, turning it over and asking for Valerie's other hand, too, so as to compare them. "Tells me different things, see," she explained. "Conscious, subconscious - that sorta' thing... Ooh. Been a big change in your life, hasn't there? Like you became a whole different person. Led to... Conflict. But it's the kind of conflict..." A frown. "It's like you thrive on it. Or the change does, somehow... Hmm."
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on 2013-12-11 02:37 am (UTC)"Let's see what we can see, hmm?"
Tempted to take another chocolate biscuit, the brunette excused herself with a muttered, "No, I mustn't... Addicted to those things, I am." Then helped to make sure Valerie's palm was spread with one set of hands, while the other trailed fingertips along the various lines and creases which were being studied. At one point, turning it over and asking for Valerie's other hand, too, so as to compare them. "Tells me different things, see," she explained. "Conscious, subconscious - that sorta' thing... Ooh. Been a big change in your life, hasn't there? Like you became a whole different person. Led to... Conflict. But it's the kind of conflict..." A frown. "It's like you thrive on it. Or the change does, somehow... Hmm."