A Prophetess

"What do you mean Celie?" Rosa asked as he adjusted in her seat and focused all her attention on the woman who was leisurely sipping her tea.

Celeste paused, hid a smile behind the mug brought to her lips then peeked at Rosa, "You're already catching on my dear friend."

However, Rosa ignored her teasing and pressed on gingerly, "Come on Celie, tell me. What do you mean by what you said about Emma? I know you don't just talk randomly. If you do, it means there's something important there."

"Didn't you bluff me before? I thought you didn't believe in superstitious things?" Celeste asked, her eyebrows raised jokingly. 

Rosa paused and bit her lip in guilt. 

When they first met, Rosa had always felt that there was something divine about Celeste and had always been drawn to that.

Though she sometimes spoke oddly and there seemed to be a subtle energy surrounding her, her aura was gentle and inviting so she wasn't repelled by her oddities.