Post by xiulan zhou on Nov 19, 2020 21:05:27 GMT -7
Summer 2025
There were dozens, if not hundreds, of methods of divination. Most of the methods that Xiulan found herself practicing were fairly standard. People came to her to have their fortunes told, and most—as with her latest client—weren’t concerned with intricate methods. It would have been much more interesting to upsell something like jiaobei, but it didn’t matter as long as the client was willing to reimburse her for her services.
This particular woman was relatively unremarkable by her appearance, which was confirmed by a reading of her palm. Still, Xiulan was careful not to overlook anything, and she made sure not to word her observations in such a way that the woman would think that the appointment had been a waste of her time. Gently, Xiulan ran her thumb over the woman’s right palm—the woman’s dominant side—and made its attributes known. Her heart line was smooth, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary or anything about which she needed to be concerned, and her life line was mediocre at best. Xiulan drew from it the most interesting description she could, though, and leading questions became of importance. Xiulan asked if she had experienced anything unusual recently, to which the woman said no, though she had fallen ill with Hag’s Fever over the summer months. Xiulan nodded and confirmed that her life line looked strong enough that she didn’t need to worry about that. Her hand didn’t reflect a sickly nature, in Xiulan’s view, nor was there anything atypical that her Inner Eye had seen for her.
Sessions like that one were a bit tiring, but they were better than having to tell people of imminent danger. Xiulan wasn’t one to fearmonger; she didn’t believe in that, yet she had to deliver bad news to her clients every so often. It would have been worse, she supposed, if she didn’t mention something that turned out to affect someone so deeply. She could sympathize, though she didn’t mention that side of it. There was a line that she had to maintain between her own privacy and being seen as a fraud, but at least the distance that she kept added to the intrigue of the experience. That was about all that she could say for it.
This particular woman was relatively unremarkable by her appearance, which was confirmed by a reading of her palm. Still, Xiulan was careful not to overlook anything, and she made sure not to word her observations in such a way that the woman would think that the appointment had been a waste of her time. Gently, Xiulan ran her thumb over the woman’s right palm—the woman’s dominant side—and made its attributes known. Her heart line was smooth, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary or anything about which she needed to be concerned, and her life line was mediocre at best. Xiulan drew from it the most interesting description she could, though, and leading questions became of importance. Xiulan asked if she had experienced anything unusual recently, to which the woman said no, though she had fallen ill with Hag’s Fever over the summer months. Xiulan nodded and confirmed that her life line looked strong enough that she didn’t need to worry about that. Her hand didn’t reflect a sickly nature, in Xiulan’s view, nor was there anything atypical that her Inner Eye had seen for her.
Sessions like that one were a bit tiring, but they were better than having to tell people of imminent danger. Xiulan wasn’t one to fearmonger; she didn’t believe in that, yet she had to deliver bad news to her clients every so often. It would have been worse, she supposed, if she didn’t mention something that turned out to affect someone so deeply. She could sympathize, though she didn’t mention that side of it. There was a line that she had to maintain between her own privacy and being seen as a fraud, but at least the distance that she kept added to the intrigue of the experience. That was about all that she could say for it.
