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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 7:17 am
"I'm ready when you are," Irina said, keeping Ivan and Natasha in check as they watched the interaction between Marko and Rojiza, hoping they could get some attention from the little girl as well.
"Your family lives around here Caroline? I'm sure they'll be overjoyed to see you! You've probably been on the road a long time, I gather."
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 7:24 am
"From what I heard...gypsy folk stay on the roads for years on end. I thought you guys left your families to be with the ones you travel with." He said, not really knowing all about gypsies. He only knew the myths and gossip the laborers back home would tell about gypsies and the like. No matter though now that he has a pure source of information standing right in front of him.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 7:25 am
"Quite a while," agrees Caroline. "And Ro an' I'll walk--it isn't far." She shifts her backpack, letting little clinks and shimmers resound from within. "Och, no!" she exclaims at DeArca's question. "Well....aye, in a matter of speaking. Those who wish to become gypsies must either leave their family or take their family with them. You canna be a gypsy and stay in one place, now," she says with a smile and a wink. "Most gypsies actually leave their kin on good terms, not bad. It's a coming-of-age thing. Some leave home to seek their fortune across the sea, I chose to become a gypsy."
Rojiza smiles and shakes her head, though she does pet Marko's muzzle and give it a little kiss before going and joining her mother, holding her hand tenderly.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 7:45 am
Marko gave a willie and followed after rojiza but DeArca gave a tug to slow him down. "Now a kiss doesn't mean she's in love with you, brute. Take it easy..." He smiled and pulled him along to follow, Marko giving a snort. DeArca looked at Caroline and crossed his arm over his chest, tugging at his shirt some now that he was going on a journey...a small one. He turned to Irina and smiled to her as he slowly stepped beside her. "So where are you from, Inari?" He asked, curious of her origins.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 4:32 pm
"I hope ye'll both excuse us," says Caroline. "But I've been meanin' t'visit my family, ye ken? We'd best be off if we're to make it back before the caravan pulls out." She collects Rojiza and disappears into Mountain Air.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:11 pm
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 8:06 am
DeArca's wagon stayed parked outside of the borderline of the property of Caroline's family. Inside his wagon he was using a small, slick knife to carve a small block into what he wanted to be a small angel but he tossed the block aside, sighing to himself. "I'll never get it right...it's easy building a simple wagon but making something as detailed as a figurine... its just not in my hands!" He said, picking up the small statue of the tree. "Now this is really good work. If only it wasn't chewed up so badly!" He laid back, putting the tree back on its shelf. "I can only wonder what this statue here can bring? Rojiza wants me to keep it and Caroline says it will bring me good fortune."
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 4:05 pm
In the morning, Caroline rises to find Rojiza...absent. After a moment's panic, she gets a grip on herself and sets out to looking for the mute squirrel-girl. She peeks into various rooms before she notices the suspicious giggling coming from the nursery. She opens the door a crack and sees Ro, seated cross-legged on the floor, playing with the black-haired Adela. Smiling contentedly to herself, she meaders back into the kitchen where the adults are sleeply drifting in, murmuring hellos over ceramic mugs of coffee.
Caroline pours herself some of the aromatic brown liquid and puts a dollop of milk and a lump of sugar into it. She seats herself at the table with the rest of her family, who all look to her expectantly.
"What?" she asks. "Why are ye all lookin' at me so strange-like?" she asks, mildly amused.
"Tell us about your bairn," urges Elaina. "Ye said ye would come morn, and it's mornin' now."
"I suppose," says Caroline, pausing to let some of the hot, sweet coffee slide down her throat. She'd forgotten how good Da's coffee is. "After I left Arabesque, I went down the mountain with the wagon and only stopped in a few towns. Nothing interestin' really happened until I found a discarded acorn top, lyin' in the street. I picked it up and put it in my apron, deciding to give the wee bauble to some needy child I might meet. When I came to a town just outside the Sheulan Woods, I met a woman named Valelldia." Here she paused for effect.
"Valelldia said that she could see magic in me. I discarded her words--I knew we have no magic in our blood. I remember bending over, though, and the top falling from my pocket. Val gasped and picked it up quick as lightning. She thrust it back into my hands and said to keep it, and that I must come with her.
"Now as you can imagine, I hadn't the faintest idea why the bittie toy was so important, but I heeded the woman's words anyhow. Val managed to pull together some others who she found magic objects with, and we formed a caravan. That's right--I'm in a real gypsy caravan, Da. Val called me into her wagon one night and performed a tarot reading for me and my wee acorn top. She asked me a question--something about a memory of my madre, and when I answered, the top in my hands was a wee furry squirrel!
I named her Rojiza, and periodically she'll have readings done for her and she grows nearly without warning. She's my bonnie lass, though, and I love her." Caroline smiles as she finishes her tale, waiting for the inevitable barrage of questions her family would ask about her child of circumstance.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 4:07 pm
Finally feeling that she had given her daughter enough time to recouperate, Leshya'e sat down on the bed next to Anezka and lightly took her hand. Slowly she tugged the ring off of the girls finger, biting down on her lip, anxious as to what might occur once it was removed.
At first there was nothing, the girl seemed to remain in her deep sleep. Then came the signs of life, a waking grumble, a nose wiggle, a little yawn. Anezka rolled over onto her side to face towards her mother, opening her eyes slowly. "M...Mum?" She grumbled again and then stretched, a few cracks and pops could be heard.
"Welcome to the world, sleepy one...we're going to move our things back into Varekai..." Leshya'e nodded and rubbed her daughters back, "then I want to have a little talk...one-on-one...Mum to daughter." She smiled warmly and then went about packing up the few things they had brought into the Inn.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 10:24 am
A few days had passed since Caroline and Rojiza's arrival in Arabesque. It's now morning on the day they must return to their caravan. Last night Caroline and Stephen had danced and played the night away, just for old time's sake. She now packs up what little things she and her daughter had brought, wishing it weren't time to leave yet. A thought enters fleetingly into her head--to stay here in Arabesque and make a family. She shakes it out just as quickly. She knows she must return to Valelldia's caravan, to Voltaire and Lesh and Annjette and all the rest. She glances toward the door, hearing a small noise.
Rojiza is standing there, holding a half-asleep Adela. She smiles softly at her mother and kisses the dark head of the small child.
"Come love," says Caroline. "Put the wee one back--it's time for us to go. Better we do without makin' much fuss."
They get their things, mount Cornelius, and are off 'round the mountain. Caroline doesn't look back, knowing that if she does she'll return immediately.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 1:47 pm
|So that essentially means I'm back, so we can move on whenever! <3|
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 10:05 am
DeArca exited his wagon, stretching out with a loud yawn as he looked up at the sky in a bit of a squint. "Nnn, daylight already? The night went by far too fast!" He said, looking around in confiusion. "Marko!" He called, seeing his mule coming around the side of his wagon. "You oaf, did you chew your ropes again..." He asked, reaching over as he pulled the mangled rope at his neck, seeing the end broken off. "Yes you did...I told you not to be biting at your rope. Now I have to go to town and get more!" He sighed, Marko's willie sounding from behind. "You think that's funny, Marko? How about I get on top of you so you can carry me to town?" He asked, hearing Marko snort. "That's what I thought!" DeArca walked over to his wagon again, going back inside as he began to scrounge around for whatever couplets he had left inside. "Come on, there has to be a few lying around?" He asked, lifting mugs and trinkets and even wood planks to find them lying around. "I have four...that's gotta be enough for some rope!" He asked, holding them tightly in his hand. "You just stay put and watch the wagon!" He asked and Marko stomped his foot. "Alright Alright...stay here and I'll bring you some oats and carrots if you'd like!" He asked and Marko willied. "I think you're a cheat, Marko...!" He said, walking away.
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