Well, she had meant the Seer part a bit more literal, as it was her Title. She chuckled, and motioned the other to come in her tent. After all, standing in front of a random stall in the marketplace wasn't the most inviting.
"Come, let us sit inside. I can make you some tea while we talk."
Inside the tent, there were several soft beanbags, pillows on the ground near a low table, a small kitchenette, and several small fairylights decorating the tent.
"Please, take a seat wherever. Tea will be a minute."
She put on the water, and turned to the other, a small smile on her face.
"Now... where to start. The clouds you see in your dreams are no ordinary clouds. It seems you have awoken on Prospit, the yellow moon of Skaia. They have the ability to help you see events that will happen, or sometimes have happened. They're quite strange sometimes, aren't they?" she said with a chuckle, and put the boiling water in two cups, of which she placed on the low table. The table already contained a box of teabags, some sugar, and milk, along with a few spoons.
She sat down, keeping her hood on, as to not freak out the other.
She looked at the other, tilting her head in silence as she seemed to examine... something.
"Hmm, I see, I see." she mumbled.
"The symbol is not something I really have looked into. After all, while your past is a set path I can easily read, some things have been kept secret, even from my perspective. If given some more Time, I could dig deeper, look further into that past, but that is not what you are here for. Do know, it is your Ancestor, and through your dreams, they are giving clues on the scroll. The scroll... will quite important to you, I do suggest you try to locate it. Your dreams will aid you."
The mysterious lady smiled, and rested her chin on her folded hands.
"Prospit's clouds are a mystery, even to me. They can show past, present, and future whenever they wish, or whenever you need to see a certain event. Why, I do not know. Time is also just as mysterious. Whatever you decide to do next, will determine what path will fall away, and which ones will open up to you. Will you follow the guide of the clouds? Will you ignore them, and try to live a normal life? There even is a timeline where you storm out angrly, cursing at me for being fake. Quite the temper you have in that one, I must say."
