#foxyasra

@foxyasra

Getting to Vesuvia took a plane ride, a car ride, and a bit of a walk. Lyra had everything she needed packed into one ginormous box. Said box was settled into a platform cart. Moving the cart was a bit rough, especially on cobblestone ground, but she was mindful of it.

Her uncle Bảo was the one that was taking her in. She was unbelievably grateful.

“...the shop is something I think you’ll like,” he was explaining. Lyra’s uncle helped her move the cart over the ledge of a sidewalk. “It’s a bit small and cramped, and there’s Asra-”

“Huh?” Lyra asked, blinking at him in confusion.

“Oh! Right,” Bảo winced, rubbing the side of his neck. “I never mentioned him to you. He lives in the shop, the first floor. I live in the apartment just down the street, but I want to make introductions since you’ll be working with him once everything settle down for you. He’s a nice boy; I promise.”

“...how old is he?” Lyra murmured, looking her uncle as if he told her the sky was threaded with gold.

“He’s a little younger than you. Fifteen.”

“Oh!” About a year younger.

“He knows of you.”

“...how much of me does he know?”

“Well-” To sum it up: nothing but good things, Bảo promised. Lyra wasn’t so sure what to think of that, but nonetheless, she followed her uncle to the shop.

Bảo opened up the front door, the little bell tinkling merrily. “Asra! Come meet my niece!” he announced their arrival.

As Lyra crossed the threshold, she spotted who she believed to be Asra.

Sorry this took so long, darling~~ Here is your 1-card reading!

These are usually done to give guidance on a specific question, a specific situation… Hope this can help clarify some things for you 💜

Six of Cups

Upright

This is a wonderfully rich card when it is presented upright. It represents both new knowledge, and memories – usually of childhood.

~Perhaps you are learning new things about your past – or as you’ve grown older, you’ve come to interpret events differently. This may prove useful as you move through life.~

Hey darling! I did, so sorry for the delay on my readings – the joys of being an adult and working full-time~~ 🙃🙃

[X]

"Ha!"

Julian tosses his head back in laughter, arms folding over his chest tightly.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, witch? You'll have to try harder than that to do away with me."

Seeing Hyacinthe so relaxed and free of worry was honestly one of the best things he could see today. Even Faust seemed to pick up in their happiness, the snake weaving her way up their leg and torso to curl around them and give an encouraging squeeze before nosing into their hair. Short!

Asra gave a warm laugh at his familiar. “Well I can’t argue with Faust here. It is a nice look for you. You also seem a lot happier with it short like this.”

He gingerly brushed his fingers through the chopped ends of their hair, smile fond before his fingertips brushed against their neck. “I like it. I really so. But I like seeing your smile even more.”

     “If Faust likes it then I know I made a good decision.” They give the snake a few soft strokes under the chin as she nestles. Red eyes cast back to Asra, inquisitive, “Do I?”

They really did feel like it to be honest. Fresh and new. Kind of like the white hues that had started to creep into their dark hair. They don’t even mind as their trail of thought is interrupted by Asra’s fingers brushing the back of their head. It’s difficult not to lean into the touch. Hyacinthe could remember how nice it felt whenever he would brush it. It was a soothing grounding motion. Something that could coax them out of even their most dazed state with a bit of time.

They can’t help but smile, knowing fully well what the answer had been before the question was asked. Always a forgetful one. If they had a gold piece for every time Asra forgot their turn to clear the stove then they’d probably have the store stocked for months. Sliding over, hands outreach to take the salamander. Fingers curl and gently brush the creature’s chin as it wiggles and shifts from the residual soot that lingered on its skin.

     “I wonder how you manage on all those trips without me then.” Melodic tones hum quietly, watching him with a gentle gaze, “It’s a good thing I know Faust keeps a very good eye on you.”

Fingers rub together, a bit of black staining the tips after brushing some off the salamander’s nose. A light smirk crosses their face, a mischievous glint in their eyes. The little amphibian shifts in their arms as if reading the playfulness in the air.