[ it's a moment she relishes, no matter how subtle, when eyes of assessment flicker over her, knowing the horns and the fangs give her away. as though smiling for a picture, shuten's lips quirk. ]

Still, it isn't a terrible fortune. In a place like this, you'd be hard pressed to find anything at all to keep one's attention.

[ the fortune teller herself is quite a sight, though. a flash of shadow, as though there were any avian things around to make them, crosses her featureless expression when shuten approaches.

she takes the slip when the teller announces it, and reads: ]

"Keep your eye out for someone special."

[ "special" could mean anything at all, but she smiles nevertheless. ]

Oh. I think I'll be taking this one.