The only sound echoing within the train compartment was the shuffling of cards. The hands holding the cards were pale, and long fingered. Her fingernails had bits of dirt under them, showing that the woman was no stranger to work. Her face was fixed with a placid expression; her poison hued eyes seemed glassed over, lost in thought. Her hair was a copper blonde color, and uncontrollably curly. Much to the displeasure of the woman, who hated said locks for getting in her face. Her messy hair was pulled into a bun and held in place by two silver handled paint brushes. This woman was a descendent of the Celtic tribe, and she also was a soothsayer. She saw things in her paintings, sometimes they were terrible things and other times they were good things.
The woman hardly moved when the train came to sudden halt. Standing she reached for her simple black suitcase. Suddenly she paused and glanced around. Seeing nobody outside the compartment she opened the suitcase. Books seemed to pour from its depths; a slight smile lifted her lips. Reaching past the books she pulled out a black drawstring pouch, which contained a rolled up paper with a protection pentagram on it, a crystal, sage, fishing lead, wormwood and lock of her own hair. After placing the pouch round her neck the woman closed her suitcase. The silver engraving on the black suitcase is thrown into the light, showing the name. "Aleena C. Malone."
Stepping out of the train Aleena squinted up at the sun. She had to admit she liked it; it was a nice change from the overcast skies of New York. But she had a feeling she would be just as red as a tomato by the time she was finished with her research here. Unlike most of the inhabitants of this town, her skin was milk white and none accustom to this kind of environment.
Shrugging she continued on. Aleena did have business to attend to after all. She was here to set up shop and study the basics of voodoo, and at the moment New Orleans was infamous for the good and evil factors of it. Aleena had heard of Mama Odie and the Shadowman. But she held no interest in the Shadowman, Mama Odie was her only interest when it came to a teacher in the arts of voodoo.
As Aleena reached the small city the sights and smells were beguiling. The place smelled of Cajun spices, and jazz music could be heard from every house. It was very different from the rundown streets of New York, everything was happy and cheery, but it still had an undertone, a mystery dying to be unwrapped. A full blown smiled captured Aleena's lips. She had only been here for a few minutes and she could tell this town was going to be one of her prized areas of travel. It was nothing but perfect and enriching. Picking up her the hems of her dark blue skirts, she carried on taking in every bit of the city, one peice at a time.