DATE: July 1st 1920 TIME: 8:15 pm PLACE: Chez Delphine
“Oh, merde.” The beaded curtain within the doorframe does its typical tinkling. It’s meant to sound mystic, but really, it’s more like a doorbell for her convenience. Not especially convenient right now, as she scrambles to find the silk scarf she typically typically dons upon her head. (For no reason other than the aesthetics, really, but whatever makes people believe.) She’d taken it off, not really expecting business on the night of the full moon, Coming up short, Delphine mutters another curse in grumbled French before drawing herself upright in her chair and trying to project an air of mysticism despite the missing accessory. The effort is all for naught though, she realizes upon recognizing her company: a fellow Zora resident. “Ah. Just you.” Deflating some, Delphine relaxes back in her chair and raises a brow, crossing her legs. “Sunset is not for a while. You are a tad early to the full moon celebrations, no?” Suddenly, her mouth flicks into a mischievous smirk, bordering on self-satisfied. “Or have you come for a reading? No need to be shy, I certainly will not tell.” Well, she won’t tell many people. But what fun is life without a little gossip? “If you would like to be a good neighbor, you are welcome to help me lay out the tea for the full moon afterward. The back room will be crawling with banshees within the half hour and there is much to do, so it is best if we act fast if you would like a reading.”
