Having mora randomly show up on her doorstep was strange. Especially such a large bag of it. Her first thought was to contact the authorities. That was until she noticed a small note written in blue ink next to the bag. She had furrowed her brows in confusion, eyes scanning the words. It was a donation for her astrology skills. How strange.

She never asked for money when doing readings for people, finding it far too pretentious to do so. Even so, she couldn’t deny that whoever the donor was, was extremely kind for giving her roughly five hundred thousand mora. She had taken her sister, Mona, to lunch after explaining the situation. Mona was visiting her in Fontaine.

The next few days were quiet, with nothing interesting happening. And then she met a Fatui Harbinger. Namely, the Eleventh. He kindly asked for a reading about his family. She delivered with ease, giving him details of their horoscopes and the like. Then, he gave her a small bag of fifty thousand mora before leaving. He hadn’t let her refuse.

He showed up a week later, a smile on his face and asking politely for another reading. She had agreed—not for the mora, but because she enjoyed reading the stars. He left her another bag of fifty thousand mora after that specific reading.

It wasn’t until a month later that he showed up once more, this time with a handwritten note. Her mind immediately caught onto the fact that his handwriting matched the note she had been given roughly a month and a half ago with the five hundred thousand mora.

“You were the one who donated the five hundred thousand mora,” she had stated. He simply laughed her words off and told her he had more than enough to spare. She begrudgingly accepted his fifty thousand mora for that reading, too.

She was currently sitting in the darkness of her living room, eyes watching her scryglass closely. She was reading into Tartaglia, or rather, Ajax. It wasn’t often she met someone so intriguing, after all. Especially one who threw his money around so willingly. A knock on her door had her startling before standing up.

Opening the door, she was greeted with the sight of Ajax standing there, his usual grin on his face. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for him to speak.

“You’re sitting in the dark again? Don’t you ever leave your house?” he inquired curiously. “Why don’t you come get some lunch with me? You look as if you haven’t eaten in days.”