Farrah smiled as she pulled her tarot cards from her bag. They were worn on the edges and the color was fading from their constant use, but they were still beautiful. The cards had been part birthday gift and creation. Originally, she had received them from Carter for her 25th birthday. But they quickly became worn, so she found herself redrawing the art work on each card, adding her own flair to them. Each card had its own art, but all modeled after a tattoo style. Sailor Jerry, flash, and tribal styles among them. The deck was one of her favourite artifacts, even if she didn't always believe in its answers. The problem with the cards was that people tended to look for the answer that they wanted. But the tourists liked it and she needed the money.
She could sense someone look at her, but didn't bother looking up. It was someone that worked around the circus, that much she was sure of. The men and women working in the circus had a different aura about them. It probably had something to do with all of the magic that was constantly around them, though most ignored its existence. Farrah was always amazed at how people could ignore something that was so obviously right in front of them. But it was no matter to her; she got payed either way. Slightly annoyed with the staring at this point, Farrah lifted her eyes and looked at the person before her and asked, "Are you here to get a reading or are you just going to stand there and stare?"