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[demonicbeauty]

[She's not Padmé Amidala. Nor is she Jane Foster. It's just Ariadne, sitting on the wooden floor of her home, in front of an enormous, four-poster bed with a canopy of sheer, white fabric. Splashes of color occasionally hit her face and the background, as her homemade mobiles, flitting with broken pieces of colorful glass, catch whatever sunlight there is. Her long, long, long brown hair is hanging loose over her left shoulder, crinkled to show that it's just come undone from its braid.]

I...I've noticed that a lot of important holidays seem to be in the middle of the winter. And I guess it makes sense. The days are short, the nights are long, and everyone is cold and missing fresh fruits and vegetables. It raises the spirit to have something to celebrate and people to celebrate it with.

[There's a small smile. A memory or two from her days in Valeria.]

Back home, the New Year was the most important holiday. There would be parties and feasts and masked balls. Presents. Lots of music...

[And she misses that music. But Ariadne won't let herself stay sentimental for long.]

Last year, I learned about an Earth holiday. The one where the fat man breaks into people homes and leaves them gifts, instead of stealing stuff. Christmas!

[Makes no sense, but it's a lovely sentiment.]

I was hoping to maybe learn about some other holidays from this time of year. What do your cultures celebrate? Maybe we can find a way to all celebrate together. I'm still convinced that togetherness is the only way we're going to survive this place. And I...I know I'm not alone, feeling that way.

[A small shrug.]

So let's talk to each other more. When there isn't an emergency. Talk about some of the happy things, maybe. Tell me about the good stuff.

[Ariadne doesn't really know where to go from here, so she shrugs again.]

Anyway, that's all. Sorry to interrupt anything.

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[onerthes]

[Vira-Lorr opened the door to the shop side of things and smiled, motioning Ariadne in. The space wasn't exactly cramped. It was a small sitting room in which two could sit around the table comfortably, and it was kept warm to ward off the weather. But there was a cramped feel. Various arcane and occult implements lined the wall, all of them more 'herbalist' than they were macabre. It all had a lightly surreal feel to it, right down to the crystal ball sitting on the table.

Very little in the room had actual function, if she knew what to look for. It was ambiance. The power was in Vira-Lorr's eye.]

Welcome! I've got the water heated already for tea. Didn't have too much trouble finding me I hope.

[demonicbeauty]

[She nearly curtsies before remembering herself. So, ultimately, she bows her head and supposes that's respectful enough.

As she drifts into the room, she's struck with a pang of nostalgia. It looks like the sort of shop you might find, wandering the streets of Valeria. At least, Valeria before the final days of the siege. She can almost see a gaggle of courtier ladies gathering around the table, eager to learn who they'll marry.

At Vira-Lorr's question, Ariadne turns back to her quickly, her braid swinging behind her back.]

Not too much trouble. We're all still learning Trench, I guess!

[onerthes]

[That was exactly the kind of air that Vira-Lorr had intended, an air of the mystical and the mundane littered together, like some hedge mage. Closing the door behind them, Vira-Lorr settled properly.]

Mmmm, I may have put my little lantern near the shop and the house to make my life a little easier in that. I've never been above a little cheating. But it's good you're finding your way around.

So, [Ahem, she smiled enigmatically] I sense a soul in search of answers, yes? You wanted a reading, I believe. Would you like the cards or palmistry perhaps?

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne tries hard not to wince.]

I'm not sure I want to know the future.

[She glances down at her palm, before turning back up to Vira-Lorr again.]

It seems to me, it if it's good, you just spend your whole life wondering when it's going to happen already. And if it's bad you just send your whole life dreading it.

Either way, you kind of forget to live.

[onerthes]

Now, aren't you the smart one? Figured that out without me ever having to tell you.

[She grinned warmly over at Ariadne and winked. There was no element of mocking in her tone. Her laughter was soft and had a pretty obvious tone of commiseration to it.]

Most mortals I talk to pine over the thought of seeing their futures. But you? You already have a bit of a sense of the truth. My people live with the gift all our lives. We don't know how not to see the future, so it is a little different for us, but the truth is that life is better lived with a bit of blinders.

Though I can't see 'that far' these days. The usual fog. Nothing more than a month ahead and always rather vague.

[demonicbeauty]

[It's rare that anyone ever calls Ariadne 'smart.' Naive, yes. Optimistic, sure. But smart?

Not...really...

Puzzled, and a bit pleased, perhaps, she sits down at the table, peering at the glass ball.]

I do understand that. A little. I used to be very good at predicting the probabilities of certain outcomes. But these days?

[She just shakes her head.]

I always feel like I'm walking into a void. Like with Sam? He's my friend and he's kind of...broken. And I'm so worried that we'll never be able to fix him. Back home, I would have known instantly how likely it was. But here? No idea.

[onerthes]

As unpleasant as the thought of not being sure whether you can help someone is, you do not feel bound by fate, trapped within a pathway that gives no leeway to the left or the right. At least with probability, there are chances, but it's still a very limiting way to live.

Flying blind? It's a little exciting, even if it is a bit scary. Would you like to talk about your friend some?

[demonicbeauty]

I don’t suppose it would be wise to ask his future.

[Ariadne heaves a small sigh at that.]

I just worry he’ll never be whole again.

[onerthes]

What is it in them that you feel is incomplete or broken? Some things may be fixed here, but others may be more difficult. I fear that I might have difficulty asking of his future if he is not here, but I can help as need be.

[demonicbeauty]

[She frowns a little.]

I'm not sure I'm supposed to be talking about it. Dean is desperately trying to work on a solution. But...

[But he's also Dean.]

Well, we think there's some sort of damage on Sam's soul.

[onerthes]

This conversation is private and I won't be butting my nose in. We never had it if anyone were to ask, which they won't. The strictest of confidence.

...

Ah, that sort of issue is never easy. The notion that one's soul might be broken on some level can be terrifying in its own way. Is it from home, or something here? That can impact how you approach it.

[demonicbeauty]

Well...Dean seems to think it's...missing.

[Don't look at her, she has no idea what the heck that even means.]

He's not behaving as himself. And I just...I guess I want to know if he'll ever get back to himself.

[onerthes]

Hmm... [She frowned and reached up to press her fingers to her lips.]

If his soul is missing, that's a signficant impact. It means that the person within his frame is not the same soul and spirit as the person who originally lived within. It might entail a permanent shift of his nature.

Has Dean told you why they believe this?

[Not a topic she ever discussed with Castiel, sadly.]

[demonicbeauty]

Oh, there's definitely been a shift in his nature.

[She shudders a little at the memory, before letting out a slow exhale.]

Dean said something about netherworlds and cages...

Honestly, I haven't asked for details. I'm no expert on magic.

[onerthes]

Hmmm. This may be something both related to his world and not. If you have seen the change, that would imply what has happened here is involved... but I've never seen anything of the kind.

...

Would you like me to attempt to see your future as it relates to him? Perhaps I can see something that will help.

(OOC: Cue silly joke in 3... 2...)

[demonicbeauty]

I guess it's worth trying?

[Even if it goes against her own rules a little bit.

It's the Sam part she's more concerned with.]

What do I have to do?

[onerthes]

Just... give me your hand. Palmistry isn't really that appropriate, but I think it will help me focus on you specifically.

[She reached out her hands for the woman to place hers there. Her third eye began to glow softly, hazily staring, almost as if she was staring beyond the person in the room with her.]

[demonicbeauty]

[As always, Ariadne hesitates only a moment before uncurling her long, dainty fingers. She's gotten better about the way humanoids use their palms.

But it's still always strange.]

All right...now what?

[onerthes]

Just relax and wait a moment.

[Her fingers ran over the lines of Ariadne's palm, but she was looking past it. It was her third eye that was doing the work. Palmistry was nothing more than a trick, a parlor show for the audience. It helped her focus, but her eye looked into the vagueries of this 'Sam' and the girl who was before her.

A moment later, she quirked her head.]

That's... a little odd.

[Why did she see that? It seemed helpful, but ... it was so banal.]

[demonicbeauty]

...odd?

[There's nothing innately bad about 'odd.' It's really just a state of being.

But somehow, where Sam was concerned, she was expecting something...well, kind of awful, really. Since he's been kind of awful. Since he has all of them tied up in knots.

Compared to that...odd doesn't seem so bad.]

What? What do you see?

[onerthes]

Oh... I just don't usually see specific visions, and I'm not really sure how this applies? But...

...

Why would you be doing his hair?

[She was cocking her head, looking at Ariadne in honest confusion and mild curiosity.]

Are you two more than friends?

[demonicbeauty]

Doing his hair?

[This is decidedly not something Ariadne was expecting. And her expression shifts from shocked to disgusted to utterly bewildered.]

Wh-what does that even...

[But figure of speech or not, she's pretty sure she understands that one.]

You mean...touching it? His hair?

[onerthes]

Yes, as in actually washing, caring, brushing, tending to his hair. It's... I mean... it's the sort of thing friends do among humans from time to time, and intimates do more often? [She shrugged]

Do you not do that in your world much?

[demonicbeauty]

[Unconsciously, she puts her own hands over her braid, as if protecting it.]

I...can't really say for sure.

But Alastrians are...

[How to put this delicately?]

My people are very particular when it comes to letting anyone touch our hair. It's a sign of...enormous trust.

[And the fact of the matter is that she doesn't trust Sam right now.]

[onerthes]

Then... if that requires trust, that might be a hint that the two of you will be able to get past this? That certainly seems a good explanation.

Though I'll admit that humans are rarely quite as concerned about it.