[Mae listens with a small smile at the corner of her lips, wondering what's pure spin and what is the cards telling the truth. In her experience as the leader of the Goblin Market, she's had her cards read a few times, but most of the artisans of the Market were cons - it was the dancers that raked in the money and attention, after all. Dancers who put their necks on the line at every opportunity, Mae included. Nick's mark on her throat had never been a guarantee that other demons would leave her alone. Only his old friends - and the other conclaves in London. But she's had nimble feet and a sense of needing that danger, so she'd danced.
When Prudence finishes speaking, she lets out a low little whistle and smiles.] You're as good as they told me.
[She looks around the shop again, curious, impressed.] Don't suppose you've ever been to a Goblin Market, have you?
[The question throws her, though she tries not to show it. A pause, and then she sits back, laughing. She shouldn't be surprised, she supposes. Hasn't Sabrina spent the last two years telling her mortal friends all the secrets of their world? Why shouldn't this random mortal also know some of the more niche aspects of the magical world. ]
What does a girl like you know of goblin markets? [Mortal, she means, but she does have a way of making it sound like a judgement. ]
[A girl like you, she says, like Mae sits in a whole category. She could tell her - this pretty girl with a gift for magic and old eyes. She could lay her cards on the table.]
I lead one. [In the end, it's easy to say it. It comes out dry and brief, with a shrug. No big deal, she lead one. When there was that power vacuum, when her brother nearly died - and others nearly died - Mae's strategy, Mae's quick thinking got them out of trouble. Simultaneously, it got her in control of the Goblin Market back home, the biggest one. Under her command, they'd stopped travelling but settled near London instead, to allow the younger kids to actually attend school and try their hands at something else. Under her command, the Market was no longer at war with the covens of witches, either.
Out of her command, now, who knows. But that had been the deal - seven years and no longer. She's served it for seven years, and here she is now, trying to serve herself.]
But thanks, I haven't been made to feel seventeen again with a barbed comment in a very long time. [Here a little chuckle.] Witches. What a gift.
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When Prudence finishes speaking, she lets out a low little whistle and smiles.] You're as good as they told me.
[She looks around the shop again, curious, impressed.] Don't suppose you've ever been to a Goblin Market, have you?
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What does a girl like you know of goblin markets? [Mortal, she means, but she does have a way of making it sound like a judgement. ]
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I lead one. [In the end, it's easy to say it. It comes out dry and brief, with a shrug. No big deal, she lead one. When there was that power vacuum, when her brother nearly died - and others nearly died - Mae's strategy, Mae's quick thinking got them out of trouble. Simultaneously, it got her in control of the Goblin Market back home, the biggest one. Under her command, they'd stopped travelling but settled near London instead, to allow the younger kids to actually attend school and try their hands at something else. Under her command, the Market was no longer at war with the covens of witches, either.
Out of her command, now, who knows. But that had been the deal - seven years and no longer. She's served it for seven years, and here she is now, trying to serve herself.]
But thanks, I haven't been made to feel seventeen again with a barbed comment in a very long time. [Here a little chuckle.] Witches. What a gift.