The tarot reader is a beautiful person, with warm tan skin, a soft, silvery blonde mane of hair with golden highlights, a decadent necklace of gold over a silver silk halter and bottom (really just a sheet of silk wrapped expertly around them) with a veil flowing down around them with gold details.

They’re sat at a table covered in a black silk cloth, candles of black wax in little clusters of three or seven, lit and flickering with blue flames.

Aeson is sat on a black wooden chair, eyes and angels carved into it, their legs neatly closed and tilting to the left.

Aeson looks like a person from another time period, but beautiful and exotic nonetheless. “Are you sure about this?” Their voice is smooth like honey, their eyes a gorgeous cerulean blue, their hands soft as they shuffles the beautiful hand painted tarot cards.

Aeson regards the person in front of them with careful consideration, the smell of their sweet, floral and spicy cologne mixing with an ozone smell.

There’s a faint scar of a star in the middle of their forehead and two faded starbursts on their shoulder blades.

Scars reminiscent of a fallen angel; the only fallen angel that had a third eye was Lucifer’s angelic lover, the poor angel stricken from the Bible and deprived of their Grace.

The smell of ozone around them is a tell that they are a practitioner of magick, in any of the three forms; Arcana, Elementis and Divinta.

Obviously they practice Divinita; a magick based of Angelicism, the human ‘version’ of Grace.