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askfortunatecookie:

My way is ancient, sir. There is no secret of my elder’s way. We meditate, and allow our souls to travel the domain of spirits and the unknown. We plea the elemental spirits to guide our way, and we honor them in return of their assistance.

We use hoof-crafted tools such as incense, rune stones, cards, and sometimes we only use the elements themselves such as bonfire, rose petals, tea leaves, clouds and water currents.

We are in tune with both the material world, and the spiritual world, and we tread through both, knowing the risks.

There are tomes over tomes, telling of our ancient rituals, remedies and all that my elders could have offered back then, and more. If you wish to take a look at them, please, be my guest for a tea while you look them over.

The trick is not being able to see the future, my dear knight. It is to be able to tell the truth from the false, and the best branch the tree of life could offer.

Use it for good, and the spirits will hear your plea just as they hear mine. Use it for evil, you will undoubtedly suffer.

I hope that was enough information, sir.

Ruby paused, nodding at Fortunate’s words. A moment of pause, clarifying in her mind what she had heard.

It would be an honour to see such things. I would never call myself even knowledgeable on the matter but…well, there is always merit in the studies themselves, no?

A small smile and a light chuckle.

Telling the truth from the lies is vital in life. That it is a constant in your craft too is quite amazing. I will try to keep that in mind.

Cookie gave a light nod, seeing Ruby had gotten an understand of what she had said. It always made her happy to see curious folk coming up to her doorstep to learn about her craft - which meant her life, in truth. “Learning begins the moment a question appears in one’s mind,” she adds with a soft voice, her faint pink magic allowing her to take the clasps that held her hair back, letting her long mane flow onto the ground.

"You are more than welcome to come by and study within my humble home."

"Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to recharge my wards."

asksandyshores:
Sitting beside the fortune-teller, Sandy felt her presence as a roaring fire; warm, bright, and inviting, but dangerous should he get even a hair too close. The blaze reached out and gently touched his hoof. He counted himself lucky this was a kindly fire. He nodded along silently to her instructions, and watched the water closely.

He didn’t have to wait long. The pond lit up with reflections of her magic, reflections of a life he’d nearly lived. Familiar faces, twisted in anger, flashed before his eyes and stormed away. A stream of statues marched on for an eternity, each one more hideous than the last. Their number filled his vision, until they melted together into a darkened, rough sea. His own hooves fought desperately to reach the surface while holding tightly to a small, limp bundle. Sandy watched spellbound as the current tossed them aside, revealing a flowing mane, closed eyes, and a blank flank.

And then, himself. Pale, shaking, unblinking, staring back through the recesses of time. A life turned average met a life turned south. A pair of fishes swum around his neck and through his mane. Something told him this might not be part of the spell.

Fortunate Cookie’s voice woke him from his stupor, snapping him back to calm reality. No friends had walked out on him. His statues weren’t that terrible. He hadn’t drowned. He was sitting by a pond on a warm spring afternoon, learning from a pony much less foalish than himself. And yet he panted heavily, half-expecting to cough up water at any moment.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" he heard her ask.

“N-n-n-no. No, nothin’ else. No more questions. Th-that’s all I…all I…” The shock caught up to him. In that moment, every image he’d just seen came upon him all at once, and he knew with unerring certainty all of them could have come to pass. His pulse thundered in his ears, and the ground didn’t feel quite so firm anymore. Darkness would’ve gobbled him whole were it not for the timely arrival of a steaming cup of…something. He found a drink in his hooves, though for the life of him he couldn’t recall where it’d come from. Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he blindly drank. A strong, bitter tea hit his tongue, the kind that forced a pony to stop, sip, and savor. It warmed his belly, bringing fresh strength surging from tail to eartip. Color flushed his cheeks, and the world around him slowly shifted into focus. Miss Cookie sat beside him, eyes aglow with concern and her own teacup completely untouched. At some point, she’d laid out a tea set on the grass, complete with ornate teapot, lace napkins, and a small plate of cookies.

He didn’t feel much like eating.

“Celestia, Luna, an’ all th’ stars in th’ sky, I won’t forget that sight so long as I live. Don’t fret, I’m good, I’m good. Just needed a sec. Or three.” Sandy trembled deeply and took a long sip of his tea. “Th-thankee, Miss Cookie, but I don’t need nothin’ else. Knowin’ I’m on th’ right track is good enough for me. Y’can keep your past an’ your future; all I want right now is right now. I can be happy with a lil’ shop an’ a lil’ lake if it means I never cause somethin’ like…like that,” he babbled. Enough fairy-tale magics for him. Home sounded closer to paradise for him.

Though, now that he thought about it, there was one thing he still needed to know.

“I-I wouldn’t object t’directions back t’Ponyville,” he added sheepishly.

Cookie studied the young stallion with curious eyes, and gave an understanding nod, allowing him to regain his.. sanity, most likely. It was not something she had never seen before - in fact, it happened quite a lot that even Shadow had grown accustomed to it. The familiar brought in the already prepared basket of tea, biscuits and napkins when Sandy was spacing out in fright. The brew was one of her usual mixes, hoof -picked and prepared especially for such traumatic experiences. It was strong in taste, and had a thick scent that usually brought ponies back to their senses in no time.

Cookie was pleased to see her secret ingredients were working as intended once again.

"Just make sure not to question your actions," she said once Sandy managed to get back to himself. "The river of life will flow and shape to your destination, should you wish for it to guide you, guidance will come."

The mare pulled herself up to her hooves and chuckled warmly. “I can do better than just giving directions,” she smiled to Sandy, then looked down at the small silhouette that merged out from under the drapes of her dresses - a black cat, with emerald eyes twinkling, stared up at the stallion with curiosity. “Shadow, be a dear and escort this gentlecolt to Ponyville, would you?”

The feline purred, and rubbed against Sandy’s foreleg.

"Thank you," Cookie thanked the feline, then turned her attention back to Sandy. "Visit me anytime you feel troubled, darling. Not for fortune telling, but simply a cup of tea. Take care now, and stay safe."

The mare waved at the stallion, then walked back inside of her treehouse along with the basket Shadow had brought them. Meanwhile, Shadow mewled loudly at Sandy, waiting for him to follow.

A voice crept inside Sandy’s mind, a silky soft, male voice.

<Are you coming, sir?>

My way is ancient, sir. There is no secret of my elder’s way. We meditate, and allow our souls to travel the domain of spirits and the unknown. We plea the elemental spirits to guide our way, and we honor them in return of their assistance.

We use hoof-crafted tools such as inscence, rune stones, cards, and sometimes we only use the elements themselves such as bonfire, rose petals, tea leaves, clouds and water currents.

We are in tune with both the material world, and the spiritual world, and we tread through both, knowing the risks.

There are tomes over tomes, telling of our ancient rituals, remedies and all that my elders could have offered back then, and more. If you wish to take a look at them, please, be my guest for a tea while you look them over.

The trick is not being able to see the future, my dear knight. It is to be able to tell the truth from the false, and the best branch the tree of life could offer.

Use it for good, and the spirits will hear your plea just as they hear mine. Use it for evil, you will undoubtedly suffer.

I hope that was enough information, sir.

asksandyshores:

askfortunatecookie:

Why, that’s a nice question, darling!

Of course I can look into a pony’s past, and yes, I can see what would happen if you chose a different path. I can see as far as the untouched roads go, and if there is any warning to heed I will deliver.

((lookit this presh bab. I had to draw this presh bab. freckly freckly freckly..))

A ghostly, fell breeze tickled at Sandy’s neck, coaxing shivers through his spine. His throat clenched, trying to swallow but finding his mouth dry and arid. The fortune-teller’s words bounced around his head, so deceptively casual in their delivery. Of course I can look into a pony’s past. How could he begin to ask for such a thing? This magic belonged in the realm of fairy tales and ghost stories, safe between the covers of a book. Equestria was no place for witches, unearthly creatures, and the foolish ponies who got tangled up with them. What had once been a charming hut in the forest only now reminded him of the great distance back to civilization. He wondered what had driven him to wander so far from home, and wished more than anything to be back in his little workshop, tinkering away at his latest sculpture.

As if sensing his fear, Fortunate Cookie gently lifted his head until their eyes met. A warm, tender smile dawned upon her face, and though no spell was cast, the entire room shone with her light. The chilling air dissipated away into the pleasing, heady aroma of incense. Gentle sunbeams wrapped around Sandy, soothing his shivering limbs and chasing away the shadows. He could faintly hear birds singing sweetly just outside. A sense of security, safety, of something right settled in his heart, and his worries didn’t seem quite so big anymore.

In that moment, Sandy thought she reminded him of his mother. A niggling bit of good sense told him to keep that thought to himself.

Mustering up his courage, he found the words to continue, “I-in that case, I have a question I’d like t’ask, please. Back when I finished up my magical studies, somepony at th’ school found a job for me tendin’ the lil’ lake down by Ponyville. My Professor told it me it were a good opportunity, an’ with my…er, my grades, he said I really ought t’get some experience under m’belt before I tried for anythin’ bigger.” He gnawed his lip, uncomfortable with telling a stranger so much, but unable to stop himself. “I took th’ job. It sounded like good advice, an’ I took it. But, y’see, I didn’t have to. I could’ve tried t’hold out for a real, proper, ocean beach. I could’ve worked odd jobs t’make ends meet ‘till th’ opportunity came along. I had a friend with a basement she weren’t usin’, an’ I could’ve even worked on my sculptures, an’…well, y’get the idea.”

Silence ensued, save for a few petering, awkward coughs. The mare waited patiently for him to continue. Sandy gradually realized he’d forgotten to actually ask the question. And now that he’d come so far, he also realized the door was right behind him. Unlocked. No magic, obligation, or force demanded he continue. He could bid her good day, walk home to his lake, and let the matter rest. He didn’t have to know how his story could have gone.

And yet, he spoke.

 “I’m…curious t’know; how would it have turned out?”

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Emerald eyes watched the youngling with a caring, maternal gaze and a soft smile on her dark lips. Some customers were fragile, or wary against her magics, she knew and expected that much. She intently listened - not just to him, but to her surroundings as well. The soft purring of the small cat, black cat - Shadow, her familiar - rested in his place, the faint birds singing the song of the forest, and a gentle breeze gently shaking branches nearby, one of them lightly tapping at her window.

"So you wish to know what would’ve happened if you had not picked the path you have?" she asked, her voice as soft as silk, words rolling off her tongue effortlessly. Her smile grew wider.

"Come. Follow me."

The mare made her way to the door and pushed it open, walking out with the skirts of her turqoise dress caressing the blades of grass as she went. She turned to the left, and walked behind her tree house, where a small pond was, settling near the edge of it carefully, inviting Sandy over to her side to join her. 

"Now look into the pond," she hummed, turning her attention to the water, dipping the tip of her hoof inside of the pond. As the water cascades into serene ripples, she spoke again, breaking the silence as he watched. "Every decision, cascades not only through our life, but through other lives, too. Keep that in mind whenever your decisions trouble you from now on, and let us look, together, into what have awaited you."

She placed a hoof over Sandy’s and gave him a reassuring, warm smile as the green of her eyes shifted into a gold that covered over her pupils, extending over her sclera, and pulse brightly with a gentle glow. Cookie turned her eyes towards the pond, a pale pink glow from her horn dipped itself into the water, causing images to appear as she narrated them.

"A life of hardship, for sure. A daily struggle to tame a tide bigger than yourself that would harm not only your body, but also your trembling heart and your fearful soul. I see a fleeting victory, followed by loss of a friend, a struggle through finances, but what bothers me most is the accident that would forever scar you if you had taken this path."

The images distort from arguing ponies, through rejected work, to a drowning Sandy amidst dark waves, along with what seems to be a small filly.. Cookie blurred the images by dipping her free hoof into the water, then pulling both of her hooves to herself, the pink glow of her magic and her golden glowing eyes fade back to normal.

"Sometimes we choose the easy path, and settle for what’s average," she allowed the youngling to recover from the series of images that had now vanished, allowing him to see his own reflection in the calm, still water of the pond. Some fishes swam by - the pond was clear enough to see the pebbles and rocks sticking out of the sand base. "Sometimes we go straight to the extreme, without learning the basics, and often lose everything we had in our hooves."

"Life slips past, and we are eager to find and fulfill our life’s purpose, that we never stop to think, never stop to enjoy ourselves, and burden ourselves with a series of complex lives."

"What I can say to you, sweetheart, is that you had made the right choice. You must be a student first to become a master later," Cookie turned her gazes back to the stallion and gave a big smile. "Do not worry, though. I have the feeling that life will offer you another chance soon enough."

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

((If you’re not following this cutie here, you’re missing out. Go follow now, you won’t be disappointed uwu))

Miss O’Trades is not here presently, sir. But she has mentioned of your arrival and asked me to take care of you personally.

My name is Lucid Dreams, but you may call me Lucy. I am Miss O’Trades’ humble maid.

Now, she has mentioned of your payment. Please, step inside. I’m sure my capable hooves will help you, and if not, I assure you, sir Silver Tongue, one of the maids within the chambers would be more than happy to assist you.

Set the book aside, and relax..

A promise is a promise, and Kin-Ay holds her promises. Enjoy your payment, Silver Tongue. I’m sure Lucid Dreams is capable of handling almost anything that you desire.

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