Now knowing her ring is not one of a kind and also knowing neither is she to the silversmith; she understands the mingling of the auras she saw with him and the girl. When the girl took her hands, the girl noticed the ring on her hand too and looked her straight in the eyes. “The silversmith?”, she asks, her voice trembling. “Yes.” A tear falls from the girl’s eye, “but he said he loved me, he said he wanted to marry me. I wondered where he went so many nights. I don’t think you need to read my palm, it’s pretty clear even to me, there is no future with this one. What are you going to do?”
Her heart breaking too, she takes a deep breath and takes the girl’s hand anyway. She studies it for a while.“Hmm, with this hand, I see and this isn’t because of what has happened, but because your heart line has two X’s at the outer palm, You’ve experienced a deeply personal betrayal. But I do see someone new coming into your life in the next month. He will be coming from the south and have green eyes. You will consider today only a memory and reason for your soul mate to come into your life.”
“But what about you?”, asks the girl. Me? I will continue as I always do, continue my journey in life, I survive, I always survive and wait. The Universe is testing me, I need to be patient. As for our friend. He will soon regret ever deceiving either one of us. His karmic debt has not be satisfied and he will continue to struggle to find true love. Every woman he seduces will reject him and he will die alone and lonely. He has stabbed one too many of us in the heart.”
That evening after closing shop, she finds the silversmith waiting at her steps ready to walk her home. She smiles at him. He asks about her day and how it went as they walk into the sunset. She tells him it was busy, but does not mention the girl. He holds her door open for her while she carries her materials in her trailer. He hugs her tightly and kisses her, he begins to get amorous. “Oh, sweetie, it’s been such a busy day today, I’m exhausted and tomorrow is the final day of the fair. I have so much to do tonight to prepare for the finale. I really need to rest and pack. Let me say goodnight and I’ll come meet you at your trailer in the morning, okay?” He looks at her, but knows her limitations and knows how much work it will take to get ready for tomorrow. He says,”Alright, but I will miss holding you in my arms tonight.” She embraces him tightly and snuggles her head in his chest and looks up at him. “I know you will miss me.” then kisses him more passionately than she has ever kissed him. He leaves her trailer, looks over his shoulder smiling and feeling his lips. That was the most delicious kiss he has ever experienced.
As she finishes her chores around the booth, she hears footsteps come up the wooden steps up to her table. She turns around and sees him. “Hi, good day?” he asks, as he helps her fold up the curtain. Her heart skips a beat. He’s so cute and those dimples just make her knees go weak. Damn, but he’s so young! “Yes, it was great. I had a great crowd today, it’s always good to get positive feedback, and I got a lot of it today.” 
Her sign up sheet for readings is full up today, tarot, palm, and auras. Mostly auras, she specializes in auras, she sees them with ease during the day when she is warm. She enjoys having the hustle and bustle of the crowds around, but not too close, so the corner that she does her readings is tucked away behind a curtain to give her and the seeker some privacy. Sometimes the seeker gets emotional even over good news and tears are always welcome. They allow a cleansing that is necessary.
As she walks to her booth, she watches the dancers dance to the fast beat of the drummers, throwing their brightly colored scarves in the air, hips swaying, feet moving rhythmically. She stops for a moment to reminisce as she listens to the finger cymbals chime in with the music. She admires their energy and remembers how she used to belly dance and move with the same grace and flexibility. She loved to dance. But right now however, she searches out the elephant trainer, she had a dream about him last night. Ah, there he is. “Good morning, I know you don’t know me, and haven’t visited me, but I had a dream about you last night and I needed to tell you. Would you mind if I share?” Getting his curiosity up, he agrees. She tells him asks him if his wife is expecting a baby and he is surprised and says, “yes”. She says that she saw that is a little boy, 7 pounds is coming within the week. He laughs, he says, “Well, we are expecting the baby soon, but all the doctors say its going to be a girl, but I’ll let you know.” She smiles and touches his arm,“Okay, it was just a dream that was very strong for me that I just had to tell you. Let me know and I know everything is going to go exactly how you need it to. I must run. Have a great day.” 
We circle Notre Dame once more as he watches me take more photos of the gargoyles as I am fascinated by them. They are more predominate at night than they ever are during the day. Are there more of them? They seem alive. There is magic in the air. The moon plays peek a boo with the clouds. Teddy Bear and I kiss each time it hides. We laugh and walk as we play our game with the moon. We talk about our lives. He asks about my home, how often I travel, if I like to travel, if I like traveling alone if I would like a travel partner sometime. I look at him as he smiles and looks at me out of the corner of his eyes. I find out that he is not from Paris, but from Italy, but here because he comes from a long line of artists and his family has art displayed in some of the museums. His story is fascinating. He shows me the museum that is now closed where his father’s artwork is displayed. We have now walked to the west side of Notre Dame and closer to the Musee d’Orsay. He says,. “My apartment is near, would you like to come up for a drink?” By now, I am becoming familiar with Paris and realize just how close he lives to my flat. Not far at all. “Yes, I would love to come up”, knowing full well, it means I will most likely spend the night in my lover’s arms.
River Walk
The skies have now turned to a beautiful cerulean blue, and the lights of Paris have come on. The river is lit up. All the buildings are lit up. The sidewalks are bright. It is a gorgeous night for a walk along the Seine. He takes me to a small restaurant close to Notre Dame where we met, we sit on the second floor and overlook the city. We have a wonderful view of the river and as we wait for our dinner, he pulls out a small box and hands it to me. I’m surprised. “What’s this?”, I say as I open it. It’s the little gold necklace I admired in the Latin quarter with the aquamarine crystal. I look at him, “This is beautiful, but,” and he stops my sentence midway. “I saw you admire it, it’s your birthstone, isn’t it? It is beautiful like you. I want you to have it.” I smile and blush, lean over to kiss him as my lips brush against his, I say, “Thank you, you really shouldn’t have done it, but I love it. Thank you.”
The Platinum Dragon 