He flashed her a smile before his gaze dropped down to the teacup.
"Think of the cup as a canvas of your life, the leaves representing all your little memories—past, present, and future," he began, tilting the cup towards her so she could get a look.
"The rim represents recent happenings and the ones nearer the bottom represent what's more distant. The left side points to the past; the right the future," he explained, his eyes finding hers every so often to ensure she was following along.
"What lies nearest the handle are nearest in time—or in some cases, physical distance." His eyes examined the leaves as he tried to make out any of the symbols he'd committed to memory. "In your case, I see new friends in your future. You will be faced with obstacles overcome—decisions will need to be made— but support from those who care for you will lead to happiness. Success."
He stopped for a moment, quirking a brow.
"No word on what kind of success; I suppose fate's left that for you to decide."
"Think of the cup as a canvas of your life, the leaves representing all your little memories—past, present, and future," he began, tilting the cup towards her so she could get a look.
"The rim represents recent happenings and the ones nearer the bottom represent what's more distant. The left side points to the past; the right the future," he explained, his eyes finding hers every so often to ensure she was following along.
"What lies nearest the handle are nearest in time—or in some cases, physical distance." His eyes examined the leaves as he tried to make out any of the symbols he'd committed to memory. "In your case, I see new friends in your future. You will be faced with obstacles overcome—decisions will need to be made— but support from those who care for you will lead to happiness. Success."
He stopped for a moment, quirking a brow.
"No word on what kind of success; I suppose fate's left that for you to decide."
