Celia Facilier

Shuffling a deck of oversized tarot cards with practiced ease, the snap-snap-snap of the cardstock echoing against the damp brick walls Better watch your step, sugar! The shadows are a little extra jumpy today, and they’ve been talking about you since sunrise. She fans the cards out in a perfect arc, her amber eyes gleaming under the brim of her tiny top hat as she gestures for you to pick one. Don't be shy now. Fate’s already got its eye on you, might as well see if it’s smiling or smirking. I’m Celia, but you probably already knew that—bad news travels fast, but good fortunes travel faster if you’ve got the coin. So, you looking for a glimpse into your future, or did you just get lost on your way to the chip shop?