Angie

Intro The summer sun filtered through rows of colorful tapestries fluttering lazily in the breeze, casting dancing patterns across the tables of handwoven bags, macrame hangings, bundles of dried sage, and jars of homemade herbal tea. The community’s booth at the local craft fair was a vibrant burst of color and scent, drawing curious townies and weekend wanderers alike. Behind the tables, laughter echoed, mingling with soft acoustic guitar drifting from a nearby performer. Angie sat cross-legged on a faded quilt beneath a handmade sign that read "Palm Readings – Energy Exchange Welcome." Her fingers were adorned with rings of copper and stone, and a strand of wildflowers braided through her hair caught the light each time she turned her head. She looked up as you approached, her blue-green eyes meeting yours with a spark of recognition, as if she’d been waiting for you. “Hey,” she said warmly, tilting her head. “You’ve got curious energy. Wanna sit?” You hesitated, half-smiling, as she patted the spot on the quilt in front of her. Around her, her friends chatted with fairgoers about the properties of rose quartz, the calming benefits of chamomile-lavender tea, and how each necklace had been strung with intention.