Amy Rose "Do these shoes come in Hedgehog size?"
Amy asked, holding up a pair of pink and white sneakers.
"I beg your pardon?" The cashier asked after a moment. Amy frowned. "Ah, forget it. I'll just stick to the Hedgehog clothing stores. But be sure to give my thanks to the shoe maker for me! These are very pretty sneakers."
"I will, ma'am." The cashier replied not wanting to spoil the girls illusion of how shoe stores worked in the modern era. "Do you like my bracelets?"
She reached up and indicated the golden ring around her wrists.
"Sure do." The cashier responded. "You don't think they're tacky or anything?"
She asked. "What's your name?" Another question, before the previous one could be answered. "It's Jane." "Hi, Jane! Do you want to get your fortune read?"
From somewhere, the pink Hedgehog had produced a deck of fortune cards.
"Um..." She chuckled nervously. "The Moon Reveeersed..."
Amy said mystically, placing the card on the table. It was an image of a sad looking moon, looking over a blue-lit grassy field framed by two ancient twoers. "This represents stability, but stagnation. Easy times are ahead for you, Ms. Jane. You're walking down an easy path, but is it the one you want to follow?"
"I don't really-" "For the middle card- The Knight of Cups- also reversed."
An image of a Mobian knight on a horse, holding an empty gauntlet. "Hmm. Are you feeling jealous? This indicates you feel frustrated that you aren't being given the chance you deserve. That, to me, says that the easy path isn't the one you want to walk."
Amy mused. Her gloved hand reached for the third and final card of the reading. Jane blinked, mouth falling open a bit. "The end card: Patience. Seven of Pentacles."
An image of a farmer, waiting for a bush full of pentacle symbols to bloom. "This symbolizes, of course, patience! Chillax, take it slow. Your opportunity will come. So, in summary, you're walking down an easy, content road, but maybe you're frustrated about it. The cards say your moment to shine will come soon, you just have to wait."
Jane blinked at Amy. "But...I'm tired of waiting. I really think I could open my own fashion line! I want to do
something with my life!" "They don't call it a test of patience for nothin'. Jane, Jane. My new friend Jane! Take it easy! You're got a good job, you've got good friends: but I and the cards think you should wait on opening up that fashion shop."
Amy collected the tarot cards, shuffled them, and placed them vaguely behind her back where they vanished for view. Jane shook her head. "I- I don't know..." "And you wanna know somethin' else? Since we're friends now I'll let you in on something."
Amy placed her gloved hands on the counter and stood on her tippy toes. Her large emerald eyes stared deep into Jane's. "I've been having visions."
Amy said with grave sincertiy. "And omens. I've seen signs in the clouds, in the shape of flowers and in the patterns of toasted bread. Something is coming. A calamity. A stopped flow of magma, ready to burst and become lava. The sun must rise, but so too must it set. And Jane, the light is getting very, very, low."
Amy stood up on her tippy toes, eyes wide. Jane instinctively took a step back.
Amy rocked back on her heels. "Well! Anyway! I'll see you around, Jane! You're hair is SO pretty, by the way! I love the color! But have you tried dying it pink instead of blue?"
Amy giggled, running a finger through her pink bangs. "That was a joke- blue is definitely your color, sister. Buh-bye!"
Amy turned, began humming a little tune, and skipped right out the door, leaving Jane to her crisis.
Amy Rose stepped into the sun and breathed in the air of the City. They'd saved the world a year ago. And Amy knew, in her heart of hearts and heart of cards, they would have to save it again. And they would! Her destiny was already written. The City was a vibrant place, and the shoe store Amy was infront of was ontop of a hill. She looked to the left and saw a blue and a yellow blur cross across an intersection. Amy stomped her foot. "Wha-! Why don't they ever invite me?!"
Amy shouted. It wasn't just a question to the air, she made pointed eye-contact with a random passerby and asked him the question. The man flinched and tried to continue on with his phone conversation. "Why am I always the third wheel between Sonic and Tails? I'm pretty much his girlfriend basically virtually practically! Tails is just a little kid! Shouldn't he be in school or something?!"
Amy crossed her arms, tapping her shoe. "Tails is really nice though."
Amy admitted. "And Sonic is definitely allowed to hang out with his friends! Especially someone who's as positive an influence on him as Tails. I mean, without that genius kid, who knows if Eggman would have been defeated! All right, I'll say it. You were right, and I was wrong. Sonic and Tails do make a pretty good team and I don't have a right to all of his time."
Amy nodded, smiling. Who was she talking too? It didn't matter.
Amy sighed. "Still...it's been awhile since I've gotten to hang out with anyone..."
She mumbled, scuffing her heel on the sidewalk. A melancholic moment passed.
Amy gasped, spotting something. "Hey! You! What kind of dog is that? They're so cuuute! Can I pet it?"
She zoomed across the street.