Chapter 2: Wisdom From a PsychicIn the deep dark night by the siene, the moon reflected off of the waters and mixed with the bright large flames that were burning beside it. Despite it being late a lot of the adult gypsies had awoken and gathered around the camp fire.Chapter 2: Wisdom From a Psychic by WDisneyRP-Arthur
For they had a psychic in their camp, her name was Mystic Megara; a very reserved woman who rarely came out of her tent other than occasions such as this. She could see into the future and interpret dreams.
The whole camp were often amazed her work and so far she had never proved to be wrong, even Clopin was leaning against his caravan to see what she had to say. Arthur sat outside her tent nervously playing with his thumbs.
The last time they’d met was when she scolded him for going into her tent without permission but Esmeralda had reassured him that she probably had forgotten about that incident. The curtains of her tent whipped open, they gasped as she stood there, glaring at her surroundings. She glared down at Arthur who offered a skit