"Dayie,"
Dayie lifted her face, and then stares at the pair of dark eyes that looked down on her with a tender smile on her face. She was wearing a black veil that hid her face in an attempt to look more like a fortune teller. She was holding her tarot cards with Dayie sitting on the floor, playing with things she could find in her mother's small stall in the black market.
"Do you want to listen to your future?" She asked.
Dayie and her mother had an odd relationship. Until now, Dayie didn't think they were a normal mother and daughter duo. Her mother was a peculiar person. She named Dayie because she didn't see her future, or rather, she said her future was lost. She took her to the black market, where shady business runs.
But Dayie still grew to love her mother.
Even if she barely remembers her face now.
"But you said all my future was lost?" Dayie couldn't remember her exact words that time, but she figures it was closer.
