"I'll tell you your future,
for a price." The trees whispered,
hot like cinnamon, their branches
reaching like skeleton fingers to grab me.
But, my thick dragon scale skin
would not budge. I knew my future
and no amount of spreads or
the many creases in my palms
could tell me what I already knew
"Silly loversMy future's filled with fools."
Ooooh.... I love how you used whispering trees in there. On of my novels, Sealed by Blood, has enchanted trees that change colours when you touch them and whisper amongst each other. They hate the main character, too, so it's not fun for her.