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"Thank you very much. I've been looking for company ever since I left home!" He said, walking with her, studying her carefully. She wears such strange clothing. However I can't think such things because I'm one of them as well. He thought, looking down as he kicked a few rotten pinecones. "Can I ask where your...caravan is?" He frowned some, hoping he wasn't too doreward with the question. He had to find a caravan for Illyana since she wanted him to learn his heritage. It hurt him that she wasn't with him to help him learn the ways of a gypsy...and also because she was so eager to become one. Could you just become one? Or did you have to have blood? In his case, both scenarios were affiliated with him.

"Go north in the forest on foot for two days time, you'll get to the lumber farm near the river. Unfortunately...I can't call it home anymore!" He frowned, sighing some as he noticed her in really deep thought. "Are you alright? Is there something wrong?" He asked, hoping he didn't do anything wrong now that he finally just met. I knew it. I did come out too forward and she must think I'm rude. "I apologize if I've offended you in anyway..." He said, hoping his apology would make due. He noticed his wagon and mule up ahead and looked to her. "Would you like a ride?" He asked.

DeArca had trouble with her strange, foreign accent. He didn't want to seem rude so he did his best to interpret her. "I understand." He said, turning to his mule. "Come on, Marko..." He asked, untying the rope that bound his mule to the tree and Marko snorted, his head snorting back. "Take it easy, boy...come on!" He asked, pulling his mule along, guiding him and his wagon down the trail, alongside the woman. "I don't believe I caught your name, ma'am. Nor your...child?" He said, looking at the squirrel like creature. Illyana would tell him stories about the magic giving birth to creatures of such wonder that they would find normal humans as strange as we would find them. He wouldn't bring a foul thought to his mind about the girl, instead, he smiled at how amazing she looked.

"Oh heavens, so you did. I am so sorry for my slow wit, my mind has been rushing all day that I can't keep a thing straight." He said, holding his forehead a moment. Marko willied and DeArca looked to his mule, frowning. "What are you laughing at, you brute. You couldn't remember having a feedbag on your snout if I tied it on!" He said and his mule snorted and DeArca smirked. "Now you mind your manners!" He said. It was strange to be talking to a mule as if it had actual characterization but it seemed only fair since Marko was his only company for days on end. They had a bond between them. DeArca turned to Rojiza, smiling some. "Would you like a ride on the wagon to rest yourselves?" He asked and Marko willied again. "Now don't whine...you need to do something, you lazy fool!" He said and Marko snorted.

"Stubborn as mules are perfect for each other." DeArca smirked, getting bonked from behind by Marko's snout. "You watch yourself, Marko..." He waved his finger, wondering how far they had to travel down the trail to get to this town. However, he was wondering what to do now for his time waiting to join Caroline's caravan. Would they even accept him? Would he even had a chance to become a gypsy. Illyana's father raised him to believe gypsies were the children of darkness and evil...that they were satan's spawn. No...No it couldn't be. If Illyana was so sure that this was meant to be, then her judgment was all he needed. "Miss Caroline, I am thankful to you and your daughter for doing this!" He nodded to them. "I'd be happy to repay the debt with a favor..." He nodded. "I could...." He looked over. "Ah! I could help fix up your wagon's back axle. It looks pretty worn..." He nodded.

"18, Miss...I'll be 19 in the fall!" He nodded, looking to her and then back at Marko. "Alright boy, time for you to keep put!" He said, tying him off near a stable mount. "Don't cause trouble and I'll scrounge up some carrots if I can!" He said, looking down again. "I knew something was wrong...I gone ruined my boot!" He said, able to see his big toe feeling through the small hole. Marko willied, laughing at him. "Hardy har har, Marko...you can forget about those carrots!" He said, sighing as he looked to Caroline. "I'll follow you, miss!" He said.

"You've done so much for me already, miss. I couldn't ask you to do anything more!" He said, smiling to her as he walked her down the street. He blushed, never really traveling with someone so beautiful since he left Illyana on her farm. However, he was happy he had such a beautiful companion with him...it beat Marko by a distance!

"I wouldn't call woodworking a talent. I had no chouce but to work on a lumber farm to earn my keep. It was what I had to do all my life in order to be well fed and raised." He said, frowning some when he felt horrible. What if she learned about how he was raised...taught that gypsies were evil? Would she abandon him as easily as she found him. "No.." He said aloud, not realizing it since he was deep in his thoughts.