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 Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 11:14 pm
Rojiza shakes her head and points to him. She makes a hugging motion. She hopes DeArca will understand her motions almost as well as her mother does. She wants him to keep and take care of that carving. She smiles knowingly at him and finishes her salad.
"It appears she wishes you to keep it. Truly, I suggest you treasure that carving. Fortunettes have a way with magic objects. Yon wee tree's got something special about it, mark me." She too finishes her meal. "Pardon me for a moment, if you will." She stands and bids Rojiza to stay and keep DeArca company.
She finds the server and talks to him in a muted voice. He agrees to let her pay for the three meals with entertainment. He points to the stage and then to a door next to it, saying that it would lead to a room where she could ready herself. Caroline thanks him and weaves through tables and chairs toward that room.
Rojiza giggles some. Sure, she's a bit disappointed that she doesn't get to help, but all the better to watch DeArca's face when Mother comes out onto the platform.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 7:50 am
DeArca was a little confused about Caroline's actions and leaned forward towards Rojiza. "Do you know where she's going?" He asked, wondering what she could be thinking by going through that door, leaving.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 8:23 pm
Rojiza nods with a tiny giggle.
Caroline appears on the platform of a stage and shakes her tambourine for the attention of the crowd. "Good evening, ladies and gents, lads and lassies," she begins, wielding a bright smile and a white shroud-like cloth wrapped about her. "My name is Caroline, and I'm here tonight to entertain you while you dine and converse."
She lets the cloth drop and shakes the tambourine once sharply, striking a dramatic pose at the same time. The light catches the coins on her vibrant outfit and shines little droplets of gold everywhere. Caroline starts her own beat with the tambourine, slow at first, but slowly increasing the tempo. She swirls around with the rippling sound of her instrument, delighting in the cascading of the coins on her belt layered above a royal purple skirt. Her belly is bare, but her eye-catching top flashes red and gold as the thin coins tremble with every movement. Around her upper arm she wears a double-headed snake made of gold, and around one ankle she wears bells that shimmer along with her coin skirt and tambourine.
Caroline's mahogany hair bounces around gaily as she twirls, and her smile is ever present, flashing white amid all the colours. Her ample hips and bosom swell and turn with the beat, combining with everything else to create a thoroughly perfect belly dance.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:30 pm
((I hope you don't mind if I jump in... xd ))
It was almost dusk when Irina arrived at the tavern, dusty, but feeling good nonetheless. She'd left her wagon back closer to town, and the horses were out grazing and drinking fresh water.
Hearing the sound of a tambourine, Irina's tanned sandaled feet traversed the room, until she came close enough to clearly hear where the noise was coming from. She glanced into the room to see a young woman dancing and playing the tambourine.
She pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, and Irina made herself at home in the room, looking around to see who else had gathered for the performance. She smelled delicious food, and decided that before she left, she'd have to eat something. She had a few couplets, and could manage to have a dinner out now and then.
Irina noticed a younger man and a young girl who looked much like a squirrel, sitting at a table close by. They looked as if they might be gypsies themselves, their style of dress giving them away. She was sure she looked like a gypsy as well, and she couldn't help but wonder if they were a part of the caravan she was looking for. Though she was curious about them, she decided to wait until the performance was over before trying to make friends.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:51 pm
|'Course not, the more the merrier. I'll just wait until X-Men posts again.|
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 1:34 pm
(I'm here, I'm here. ^_^)
DeArca was amazed at the brilliant performance that Caroline was giving to the crowd and he could only remain focused on her movements. He had never seen anyone dance like that in his time nor heard such music played from a tambourine. This was all a new experience for him and he saw how Rojiza just enjoyed the performance. He smiled down at her, nodding as he looked back at Caroline to continue watching. She's incredible! If only Illyana could see this with me. She would love to learn such dances...if that's what it is? Hmm...does this mean I have to dance as well? I couldn't dance like her at all because she's moving her body like a field snake! He thought, chuckling to himself as he pictured himself dancing like that. "Gah, that can never happen! Hehe!" He smirked, crossing his arms. That brings up another question...am I the only male in their caravan? I've only heard of female gypsies from Illyana's father. He put a finger to his chin, thinking hard.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 3:35 pm
Caroline finishes her dance on an equally dramatic note as the one she started it on, and smiles at the crowd's applause. She curtsies shimmeringly, winks, and disappears into the back room.
Rojiza giggles at DeArca's varying facial expressions. He'd reacted initially how most men do at Mother.
After changing back into her street clothes, Caroline shoves her brilliant costume back into her knapsack. Scanning the crowd for her table instead of watching where she's going, she knocks right into a girl with a loose ponytail. "Dios! I'm sorry!" she apologizes, smiling in atonement.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:00 pm
"Oh, gosh! I'm sorry! I was probably in the way or something, forgive me," Irina stammered apologetically, giving the woman a curtsey. Looking up, she saw that it was the woman who had been dancing with such enthusiasm and grace. "You were wonderful tonight by the way. I'm amazed at your dancing. You're so elegant!"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:10 pm
DeArca turned to see Caroline talking with another woman, curious to who that girl was. Maybe Caroline knew her or else she was a stranger, but none the less he remained curious. "Hey Rojiza. Do you know who that girl is over there that Caroline is talking to?" He turned to the little squirrel, wondering if she had any answers.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:59 pm
Rojiza shrugs and shakes her head, watching her mother just as intently as DeArca is. She wonderss who the stranger is.
Caroline smiles modestly. "Gracias," she says. "Dancing is like breathing for me--I just do it; it takes no talent. My name is Caroline, by the way," she says, offering a handshake.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:19 pm
"Wow!" She looked shocked. "No talent? My, dear, you're naturally talented," she said with a smile. "I'm Irina. I just came into town from days of travel...It's been a bit rough, but I'm still standing." She reached out to take her hand, shaking it. She wasn't used to handshakes, though she did appreciate the gesture.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:26 pm
DeArca turned to Rojiza, smiling some as he ate his stew once more. "It seems Caroline made a friend. I'm glad to know gypsies can socialize like normal people...not that you're not normal...I mean...uh...oh man, I messed up!" He blushed, going back to eating. I just embarrassed myself in front of Rojiza. What next? He thought to himself, finishing his stew.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:46 pm
Ro giggles childishly and shakes her head. She shrugs it off, thoroughly amused with the man's anxious behaviour.
"Still standing is good," says Caroline with a smile. "I think my party and I are about done with our meal. Perhaps we'll meet again, Irina." She winks. "My caravan is circled near yon wee inn," she says, nodding in the correct direction. "Should ye wish to make yerself a gypsy...come join us."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:55 pm
DeArca blushed that Rojiza was laughing and he sighed. "Oh well, if you're smiling at least that's worth something...I mean...its a start!" He said. Caroline is right. She really is shy to talk
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:06 pm
"I think so," she agreed, nodding. "Yes, maybe we will meet again. Wait--you're with the caravan? I was told to look for one by a strange man in a shop down the road. He gave me a strange charm, and sent me on my way."
She breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad she'd met Caroline now...at least it wouldn't be so awkward for her to meet those of the caravan. "Would it be a problem for me to come along with you for awhile? I've been travelling all by myself for over a decade now--I suppose you could call me a gypsy of sorts...But I've been anxious to start travelling with others. I'm just not so familiar with caravan life...I don't know what your um, rules are."
Irina blushed a little, feeling slightly embarassed once again. She didn't want to be awkward, but she wasn't sure how welcoming groups of gypsies were.
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