#finally remembered o7

Ember’s eyes flickered up to the student standing before him in the all but abandoned library. He tries to remember his name, for though the pair had not met prior, Ember could swear he seems familiar.

And he hated it when people knew of him without him knowing them in return.

“You want your fate foretold?” He asks, rhetorically of course, “Sit and hold out your hands. Would you like past, present, or future?”

He speaks clearly in a memorized script, gently closing his book and setting it on the table. He quickly folds up his sleeves and mentally checks over himself, debating warning the student that he may faint in the process.