WARNING: Skippable chapter — just a commercial break and synthesis because I love my little Dayie. :P and this chapter's basically just me blabbering my love for her at the three syntheses. In short, an author's self-insert.
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Dayie was always in the black market where her mother's main work had taken place. The smell, the ambiance, and the feel were akin to her gypsy of a mother who foretold fraudulent fortune. Fraudulent—she knew that her mother only said fortunes that suited the people who came to her—and she made a profit out of it.
"This is all for survival, Dayie." Her mother often told her that when Dayie stared at her with questioning eyes. When Dayie got a little older, she realized she shouldn't ask too much.
