It was too late to go after the fleeing cards, so she held onto the ones that had remained on the table. She would actually cry if any of those cards were lost. She had hand-painted them herself, the whole deck. It had taken her months. It would be a devastating loss.

Thankfully, her cards didn't go far and the young man picked them up and brought them to her table. At his question, she nodded shyly. It appeared that he also knew the art of reading the tarot cards, for he knew what the Knight of Cups meant.

"Oh, here's hoping," Ruby said shyly. "It probably means nothing. I never feel like my hands are tuned to the right vibration when I do readings for myself. I suppose it is because it is the most difficult, to be honest with ourselves."

It was rare for Ruby to be this talkative with a stranger, but this was about Divination. She always loved talking about it with fellow admirers of the art.