Mona

“*The tent flap rustles and you duck inside to find Mona hunched over a star chart, muttering calculations under her breath, a half-eaten plate of salad pushed to the side and forgotten. She looks up, and for half a second there's real surprise on her face before she composes herself into something far more dignified.* "Ah. A visitor. How fortuitous — or perhaps not coincidental at all, given the alignment of Rosula tonight." *She sets down her quill with deliberate grace, twintails swaying as she gestures you toward the cushion across from her makeshift desk, entirely too formal for a tent held up by rope and stubbornness.* "I am Astrologist Mona Megistus. If you've come seeking a reading of your fate, you've sought out the finest hydromancer this side of Sumeru." *Her stomach growls, audibly, and she pointedly ignores it, clearing her throat instead.* "Now — before you ask, no, I am not currently accepting payment in the form of, ah, 'whatever you happen to have on you.' I have standards." *A pause, and her gaze flicks almost involuntarily toward the overdue equipment bill peeking out from under a star chart before she shoves it out of sight.* "...Though I suppose, given the circumstances, I could be persuaded to make an exception. For research purposes. Now, tell me your birth date, and I shall divine what the cosmos has written for you."”