Priscilla looked up from the cup when Aia had a question. How would she know when she doesn't know about them? That was a good question. In Priscilla's life, things always had a way of working themselves out, even if they were unexpected. She believed that she was an expert at life by now, being her age, and that things would more often happen unexpectedly.
She nodded. "I can see that you have that concern. Sometimes events in one's life can change a person drastically. We usually think about that in a negative way--trauma, death, war--but when I look into your cup, I see a good change. An event will happen that will change your emotions for the better. Whether that event is good or bad, I am not sure. But it will bring out the best in you, there is no doubt."
Priscilla wanted to be right, her intentions were good and she cared. She didn’t get all of them right, of course, but she claimed only to help people with their fortune, their love life, and their future. She never guaranteed anything, she made sure of that.
She nodded at Aia and looked back, turning the cup at different points. “Hm,” she said when she noticed some of the spices placed differently in the cup. She was puzzled.
“You have a lot of repressed emotions. There is this front that you want everyone to see, but there’s a different side of you that very little see. Maybe you have not realized those emotions yet, either. But you will.”
Priscilla was wanting to help whoever she can, and most people came with an open mind and a good attitude. It seemed to be the opposite for the young lady in front of her, which she felt a little disappointed. She really was only trying to help and Aia seem very unconvinced. Well, hopefully the reading will change her attitude.
She took the cup from her and got out her precious small, glass bowl. Priscilla added a small drop of water in it and empties the contents into the glass bowl to get a better reading. For a span of two minutes, she was silent. Priscilla was completely focused on the alignment of the spices in the bowl, what floated and what didn’t. Finally, she nodded and looked up at Aia.
“You have went through many hardships in your life, haven’t you? It tells me that you have always had a hard time finding your place in society; you may be still trying to find your identity and how you fit.” Priscilla looked at her, very serious and really trying to help Aia. She waited for a response before she moved on.
Priscilla was more than interested in learning about the lady, especially after she admitted she didn't want to talk about herself. Well, she'd be in for a surprise. That was her specialty, and maybe the red-haired woman would learn more about herself here than she knew already.
She shook her head and laughed when Aia suggested that it would make her talk about herself. "No, of course not. But I will read your cup after you are finished drinking it. You might learn things about who you are as a person though you might not. And maybe that boy of yours will also be in your reading." She smirked. She wondered if the last line would convince her.
Priscilla could already see things about her that she was holding back. They were obvious insecurities, but she would do whatever she could to help her and maybe her friend as well.
Priscilla raised her eyebrow when she heard the girl talking. She was really trying to not talk about herself, but that’s was Priscilla’s job. She was only here to read the person in front of her, no one else and no exceptions. The girl laughed too and flattered her, which wasn’t going to help.
She leaned towards her in her chair, getting a good read on Aia. “And why aren’t you matron material, dear? It seems you tend to not talk about yourself. Is that correct?” When she finished speaking, she got out a cup, a basket of spices, and a jug of wine.
She poured the wine into the cup and threw a handful of spices into the dark liquid. She pushed it over to the lady. “This will not taste good, but drink it until there is only a small amount left.”
Priscilla was somewhat of an expert on relationships despite only being in one with her late husband. But she heard it all from others; what they were looking for, what they wanted in a partner, and what they wanted with themselves. She often had people come in to confirm their suspicions with crushes, though sometimes they walked out disappointed.
The red-haired lady was pushing her towards the man, but Priscilla looked unamused. She was known for being blunt, after all. Her face looked annoyed, but she smiled after Aia spoke. “And what about you dear? You are looking for a wife for this man, why are you not considering yourself?”
The line was almost to speak back to her, as someone who was looking for help for someone else rarely wanted to bring up their own love life. Now, why was she so interested in this man’s future lover? Priscilla answered her own question, but she’d still try to press the girl in a comforting way.
Priscilla was interested in the young lady's past, her being from Gaul and all. It was a far away land, with Rome being a new world in a sense. She wondered if the girl traveled to the empire on her own or was forcefully taken. Either way, the journey must have been hard. That was a question for another day, though. She listened to the woman who spoke about her friend needing a match. Priscilla shook her head.
"I cannot do that, dear. I will only be able to do the match of someone presently in my shop. How am I supposed to know a person who I cannot speak and talk to face to face?" It was rare that she had someone play a prank on their friends by setting them up with a date, though a lot tried. She always denied the request, joke or not. She couldn't be responsible for someone who wasn't present and speaking to her.
"You can either bring your friend here or I can help you with your life and matchmaking, if you please. It is kind that you are helping a friend, but I cannot help with that."
Priscilla was someone who enjoyed the company of others. Though she seemed like that weird half-blind lady down the block, she was always kind to those who visited the shop—as long as they had the coin. Buying wine, trinkets, and time wasn’t something that she offered for free. She also would raise the prices for someone of higher status, but nobody had to know that.
“Aia, what a beautiful name. You are different from the Romans. Red hair, pale. You come from a different land.” It was obvious that she was different, but Priscilla needed to make sure she had Aia on her side. She always needed the customer to trust her just enough.
“But yes, that is me. They call me Priscilla the Wise.” She was dead serious on the outside. But it was always a little prank when she told people that. Most people didn’t call her that, though those that did she appreciated. She figured those were the ones most gullible as well. “I do matchmaking and fortune telling. I can help with your love life, your career, your family, anything you need. For a price, of course,” she said with a smile. She sounded sweet, though she was serious about her coin.
Priscilla enjoyed helping people find some sort of comfort. That’s what her job was based around. She would tell some what the not-yet-known love of their life was like, how their job prospects would be, and the health of a family member. She liked to think that she was right most of the time, but she could be wrong. The day had gone by quickly—she was busy, and this time of year was the perfect weather for possibly meeting the love of one’s life or to have children.
She was organizing her shelf when she heard someone behind her. Priscilla turned, a smile on her face. She saw the red hair that wasn’t very common in Rome. She believed it was a symbol of passion, ambition, and troublemaking. Nonetheless, it was a sight for sore eyes.
“Ah, Salve,” she said, making her way to the table in the middle of the room. Her walls aligned with knick knacks, dice, and animal bones. She had a symbol from all of the gods, blessings that she hoped helped her predictions.
She sat in the chair, opening her hand and inviting her guest to sit as well. “Your name, dear? And what can I help you with?”
57 | 7 july 16ce | plebian| matchmaker/fortune teller | asexual | original | julie christie
Priscilla is that strange old lady you know from down the street. She's a recluse, a bit weird, and will talk in strange prophicies. But she's a kind woman and wouldn't harm a fly. She's also brutally honest with her customers and won't lie to them. She's been around for a long time with many life experiences on her belt. Priscilla has helped a lot of people, but she has also hurt some with what she believes is the truth. She always answers people's questions, even if it's something they don't want to hear.
At 4'8", Priscilla stands out because of her shortness. She has striking blue eyes, though she is blind in one eye. Her long hair is mostly grey at this point in her life, though she keeps her hair in a long braid mostly. Her skin is tan, though she is definitely showing her age. She has many wrinkles and long nails, which are often seen during her fortune telling and matchmaking.
Father: Aulus Laurus Marius
Mother: Priscilla Maria
Siblings: Laurus (55, deceased), Aulus (53), Lauria (50)
Spouse: Marcus Darius Belenius (deceased)
Extended family: None
There is not much to tell about Priscilla. Born of two Plebian parents, she was raised in Rome just as any other child would. She was a little strange, often being on the outside and not making lots of friends. Her mother grew ill when Priscilla was 12, making the girl step up to be the matriarch of the home for her three little siblings. She wasn't really close with her brothers or sister; she wasn't really close with anyone. Two years later, her mother passed away when Priscilla was 14. Her father fell into a depression, so she and Laurus stepped up to take care of the little ones. They made a good team.
At 18, Priscilla married the first man who would give her a chance--Marcus Darius Belenius, a shop owner twenty-five years her senior. Priscilla never really had any sexual drive, as she mostly married him for support and money. Laurus was in charge of the home while she lived above Marcus' trinket shop. It was mostly junk, but they made a living from it. She wasn't sexually driven, but the two of them tried for children many times. After ten years of trying, the couple gave up. She was deemed infertile.
Marcus didn't divorce her because he felt pity for the woman. He also was getting older, and while she was 28, he was 53. She never really saw her siblings, but Laurus ended up getting the same illness as their mother and passing when he was 26.
Eight years later, when Priscilla was 36, Marcus also passed away from old age. It was up to Priscilla to take care of the shop. She never cared for the shop, so instead, she turned it into a matchmaking/fortune telling stand. Some thought it was rebeling against the gods, but Priscilla never thought of it like that. She wanted to help people, even with the gods' blessings.
Over the years, Priscilla started going blind in one eye. From her stand, she made just enough money to keep herself living, but not enough to see a medicus on a regular basis. She went blind in her right eye, to which people believed it was a specific sight that was given to her from the gods so she could tell fortunes.
Now, her stand has been there for years. Everybody's accustomed to Priscilla, the strange lady who will answer your questions for a small price. Some people even believe that her word is truth.
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