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 Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:28 pm
Prologue: Fires Burn Brightly
Remember the past, so that you'll never have to re-live it...
Watery green eyes reflected the orange-red flames of the burning village as tears rolled down the child's cheeks. She wrapped her arms more tightly around herself as she shivered in the cold, the droplets on her cheeks freezing up in the cold night chill. She felt empty and alone, and full of despair. What would she do now, without her family, and now, without her home.
Irina had been abruptly awakened a mere hour earlier by the sound of people screaming and the searing heat of the flames that were licking at her toes underneath the gray woolen blanket. She threw the blanket off and ran out the door of her own hut, not even looking back to see if she could grab any of her valuables. She moved as fast as she could away from the chaos of the village that had now become a massive ball of fire. From a far hillside, she watched as the buildings crumbled to the ground. Around her, others were gathering, on their knees, sobbing at the loss of their homes�and their lives.
The eight-year-old's feet were now frozen in the rough leather boots that she�d haphazardly thrown on during the chaos. She hadn�t even thought about the snow blanketing the ground�it had been the least of her worries in her efforts to get away. At least she had a heavy coat to keep her warm for awhile. Suddenly, frantic hands moved quickly to her neck, searching out the shining silver chain.
"Please, let it be there," she thought. As fingers found what she was looking for, she followed the chain to its lowest point. Irina grasped the pendant in her hand, squeezing it tightly. She�d never let go. Thank the gods that it had remained clasped about her neck during the scuffle. It was the one thing she had left from her parents, and she would have run back into the fire had she not found it in its rightful place around her neck.
Taking one last look back at the devestation of the village, she trekked off into the night, hoping she could keep herself alive. Staying there would only mean that she would have to rebuild�and remember. And the little girl didn�t want to remember. She wanted to make herself a new life, so that she could forget everything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 7:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 7:05 pm
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 1:02 pm
A New Family On the Road
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.
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.
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.
"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!"
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.
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.
"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.
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.
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."
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
"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.
Caroline really doesn't know how welcoming groups of gypsies generally are. This caravan was certainly welcoming--she knows that much! "No, it's no trouble at all! We love to see our caravan grow. That man over yonder--DeArca--Ro and I just met him today. I think he's planning on joinin' our bittie caravan." She nods toward DeArca and Rojiza. "And if you were told to look for a caravan, then I s'pose yer lookin's done, hm?" she inquires with a smile. "Wait here, I'll collect DeArca and m'ija and we can show you around. If ye've no wagon, ye're welcome to take up with us for a bit until ye come across one."
Ro glances impatiently at her mother. Come on! She shrugs at DeArca reasoningly, as 'there's no accounting for tastes'. She finishes off her fruit salad, glad Caroline had already finished her own meal. She's anxious to be off--the lack of trees and greenery in these mountains was starting to get to her.
It was a relief to hear that the caravan was welcoming. Irina smiled and gave Caroline a nod. "Oh wonderful! I'll bet your caravan was the one he was talking about. I'm so happy to have met you. Coincidence is an interesting thing sometimes. Perhaps it was fate that allowed us to meet."
She looked over to the young man and the girl that she'd seen before. "DeArca and Rojiza? Good to know their names ahead of time...He's just joining up with the caravan too? Well, it would be good to meet him as well," she said, glancing over at the pair again.
"And I do have a wagon...it's at the other end of town with my horses."
DeArca was happy that Caroline was returning with her guest and he stood up. :You made a brilliant performance on stage, Caroline. I've never seen anything like it!" He nodded with a smile and turned to the new girl. "Evening, miss...I'm DeArca!" He said, holding his hand out after his short introduction.
"Oh good," says Caroline. "I'm a welcomin' soul, but a wee bit cramped." She smiles as they meet up with DeArca and Rojiza. "Irina, these are DeArca and Rojiza." She points to each in turn, tweaking Ro's nose lightly. "Rojiza's my sweet lassie. She doesn't say much, but she's a bonnie wee talker." She smiles at Ro's elicited laughter. Caroline nods in thanks at DeArca's compliment, blushing only slightly at the shower of praise she'd been given.
Irina smiled at the two, giving DeArca's hand a shake. "Pleased to meet you DeArca," she said, and then looked over to Rojiza. "Nice to meet you too Rojiza." She gave the little girl a wave, and was pleased to hear laughter from her. She seemed to be a high-spirited child, and fun to be around.
Turning back to Caroline, she gave her a grateful look. "Well, I think I shall join you, if you don't mind. I've been looking for a caravan to join. I thank you for your kindness."
DeArca looked at the new girl with surprise from her latest words and then crossed his arms. "Well, she's joining too? Here I thought I would be the newest. This is great, now I don't have to be the only newcomer for the caravan." He nodded, smiling as he turned to Rojiza, patting her head. "Now you have two new friends to play with. Isn't that great?" He asked, chuckling some to her. Now that Irina was here, DeArca was a lot more confident in joining the caravan now that someone was just as new as he was.
"This is wonderful. Come, let's get back to the caravan--maybe ye can meet some of the other gypsies, eh?" she says with a smile.
Rojiza bats playfully at DeArca's patting hand.
"Well, I'm glad I'm not the only newcomer too. I was feeling the same aprehension that you were, I'm sure," she said, hoping to assuage his fears. She was truly happy not to be the only new new person, and she wondered about DeArca and his past. She'd have to ask him later about why he decided to join the caravan.
"It is wonderful! Let's go!" she exclaimed, excitement written across her face.
"I'll need to get Marko and my wagon but I'll meet you both back here in a few minutes!" He said, leaving the little restaurant as he ran towards the stable post in which he tied Marko to. "Hey Marko, we're getting ready to leave so I hope you weren't sleeping while standing!" He joked and Marko snorted as DeArca untied the knots. "I was only joking!" He smirked, pulling at the ropes. "Caroline said that eaten up carving that I found might actually be valuable so I'm going to be keeping it around. What do you think?" He asked and Marko stomped his foot. "Hey, don't be giving me attitude, Marko. I'll keep you around too...once I find a nicer mule that is and then I can trade you off!" He teased and Marko kicked back. He snorted and then pulled and DeArca laughed. "Easy Easy, I was joking...have a sense of humor" He laughed, leading him and the wagon back to the restaurant.
"Let's head out, eh?" says Caroline to Irina. She weaves through tables again, Rojiza trailing, toward the door after DeArca had left. They wait outside the restaurant for him, Caroline humming a little tune.
A bit caught up in the moment, it takes a few minutes for Irina to register that she's actually going to join this caravan. She follows Caroline outside, and watches DeArca run off, and then she finally snaps out of her amazment.
"Oh gosh, I might as well get my wagon too..." she said, turning to Caroline. "I'll be right back. My wagon's right down there," she said, pointing down the street, only a block away.
She lifted her skirts and ran down the street, eager to get her wagon and move on in. Untying Ivan and Natasha, she reigned them up and hopped up on the wagon seat, snapped the reigns, and turned back onto the main road, heading back toward Caroline.
"Guess what guys?" she asked, actually talking to the horses, who had been her only family since her parents had died. "We're getting a family! We're joining a caravan! I know I'm excited, so you should be too." And with that, she thought she could feel them trotting just a little bit more jauntily.
It took her only five minutes to get back to Caroline. She hoped she hadn't been holding things up.
DeArca approached Caroline, nodding to her as he pulled Marko beide him. "We're ready to go, Caroline. Whenever you're ready that is!" He nodded and Marko willied when he saw Rojiza again. He snorted and DeArca pulled at his rein. "You be nice or you'll get no carrots with your oat tonight." He said and Marko snorted, stomping some and DeArca sighed. "Sorry about that..." He said, looking up at the sky. "It's pretty late, are you sure you wish to leave now?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm not plannin' t'gettin' anywhere tonight. Let's go back to the wagon circle and ye can stable yer animals there and park yer wagons. I don't know when we'll get t'settin' off, but I hope it's later rather than sooner. I've family in the next town up that I wish to see and take wee Ro to meet.
Rojiza, fascinated with Marko, pays no heed to her mother's words, except an ear twitch at the sound of her name.
DeArca nodded and looked down at Rojiza, smiling. "Want to hold his reins, Rojiza? I don't mind it and he's certainly not going anywhere!" He said and Marko willied again, stomping around. He was just being an a**. XP
"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."
"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.
"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 25, 2006 8:21 am
My First Wagon Ordering Ceremony!The roleplay can be found here: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=3067303New Wagon Order:Strongest power resides between Clair d'Lune and A Light in the Dark. 1.WhistleStick- Fire2. Blessed Change- Earth3. Spotted Sage 4. Daggerheld- Earth5. PhoenixSong- Fire6. Narkri Chooma- Earth7. Varekai- Air/ Earth8. Mountain Air- Earth9. Clair d' Lune- Air/ Darkness10. Rusting Canvas- Earth11. Weathered Melody- Air12. Ravenwood- Delusion13. The Singing Bird- Wood14. The Mudrunner- Earth15. Wind Wheels - Fire16. Leatherbound & Ivy-Twined- Sound17. A Light in the Dark- Light18. Daityrvyn- Wood19. Forest Spirit- Wood20. Rhythmique- Water
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:36 pm
Right before my very eyes...
Irina headed back to her wagon after the ceremony, still full of excitement after the wagon ordering. Her wagon was placed close to the middle, and she was pleased with her neighbors. She couldn't wait to get to know everyone, and have amazing things happen to her as they did to some of the others this evening.
She removed her mother's special pick from her hair, and removed her shawl, placing it on the bench behind her. Lighting a few candles and lanterns, the wagon's windows would soon glow brightly from the outside. Irina removed the mushroom charm from her pocket and placed it on the desk next to her as she sat down to write. She'd always kept a journey of her travels, and tonight was a momentous occasion.
The frog statue that she'd just gotten sat on her dresser, giving her a funny look. "'Lo Oscar," she greeted him, waving. "I hope you'll enjoy living with me." Of course, the statue didn't respond. She wasn't holding it in her hands after all...
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:41 pm
It wasn't long after the wagon ordering ceremony- and Oq would have rather liked some eased, calming time to herself after all the magical happenings. These days, the girl felt the pull of the meij stronger than ever, and without the years of experience that her sister possessed, Oqaia felt tired- drained, often. She would have liked nothing better than to have retired to Blessed Change, taken off her leather sandles, and stretched out on her wagon seat, petting sweet Varlan as she did. ...But the meij was insistant- it called for growth either as soon as it wanted... or it could wait forever. And now was the time for the strange little mushroom pendant that Irina possessed.
Oqaia rapped her knuckles on the door to Ravenwood. "Irina? We have some... business to attend to. It's time for your card spread."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:47 pm
Irina heard the knock on her door, and scrambled up off of her stool to open it. The woman who stood before her, she knew as Val's sister, Oqaia.
"Welcome! So soon? I thought surely it wouldn't be time for a day or so more...But excellent! I'm looking forward to hearing what the cards have to say to me." She nodded at the woman and ushered her inside, clearing a spot for her at the small table where Irina took her meals. There were two small benches on either side of the table, and Irina offered one bench to her guest. She sat down across from her and looked at the woman intently.
"Do you know anything about this charm? A strange man in the village gave it to me..." She picked up the charm from the desk and sat it down on the table in front of them. "It feels warm to the touch," she added, wanting to clarify everything for the gypsy.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:56 pm
Oqaia took the seat with a welcome, tired smile. It had been a long day- but Irina's unbashed enthusiasm and vigor gave her a sort of second wind as she took the charm to examine it.
"Honestly," she said, turning over the warm mushroom pendant in her hand, "I know very little about it- the only thing I'm sure of is that it has life inside of it. That's the sign of a Fortunette- that glow that seems to charge you with its presence when you hold it, interact with it. ...Where it comes from- it seems to be something from the Marshes- they're southeast of here, but the people there are incredibly secretive, and reluctant to trade. I'm surprised this managed to travel so far, if that's what it really is."
Oqaia handed her back the Fortunette, and took her cards from a fold in her skirt. She cracked her knuckles, then rolled her neck before dividing the deck into three piles. She took the top card from each pile, and studied them for a moment, then looked up at the waiting Irina.
"This is the signifier. The Fool. This Fortunette is not afraid to come out of its state- if anything, it's simply too happy, too jolly, to realize that it has growing yet to do. I'm sorry to say, it seems like you'll have some difficult growths ahead- if you can manage to get through this one."
She looked again.
"And the other card- the Hanged Man. Confusion. Topsy-turvy. This Fortunette is truly all over the place. You'd be lucky to pin it down with anything. And the third, the signifier of possible growth, The Empress. The only way you can cause the Fortunette to change into its next natural form is to express dominance over it. ...You have to- do something symbolic that you are the boss, and that it can NOT stay any longer in this form, it must mature." Oqaia looked up, stunned, from the cards. "I think... I think you have to break it."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:06 pm
Irina looked at the mushroom as Oqaia turned it over in her hand. From the Marshes? It was strange that it had come this far, Irina agreed. "Well, I do feel the 'glow' as you call it. It does have a magical feel to it..."
"I wonder if it really is from the Marshes?" she added, almost talking to herself.
Looking down at the tarot cards that Oqaia had procured from somewhere in her skirts, Irina's eyes went wide...Such a strange layout, this she knew.
"Difficult growths ahead?" she asked, looking concerned, her eyes revealing the slight tinge of fear she was feeling. "Why would things be so difficult with such a jolly child?" The last question wasn't really directed at Oqaia, but something she did want to know.
Pausing, she watched as the woman explained the second card to her. A confused little thing...She'd have to watch over it more carefully then, she thought to herself. This Fortunette would need discipline if it were to be balanced. But could she pin it down?
The Empress was next...the sign of growth. "What? I have to break it?" Her eyes looked uncertain, but she picked the charm up off of the table, turning it over in her hand. "If you think that's really what needs to happen, I'll do it."
She turned it over again, giving it a quick kiss before saying her goodbyes. "You were a lovely little charm, but it's time for you to come out." With that, took a deep breath and held it, then she snapped the charm in two, directly down the center.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:12 pm
Oqaia couldn't watch- she pinned her eyes shut, furiously pressing her eyelids nearly through themselves. It was all she could do but to call out to Irina- tell her to wait, that she was still so unexperienced at all this gypsy hoopla. Perhaps it would be better, she wanted to cry out- if Valelldia corroborated the spread. But it was too late- and the charm was snapped in pieces. Oqaia could hear it in her dark world. And so- the girl did not see as the flash of green and purple light- the strangest combination of element lights that had ever graced the caravan- burst from the broken charm. What remained...  Was a female badger that looked up at its mother with a confused, happy look on her face. This was her mother- the strange woman who had caused her to leave her fun being the pendant. But at least now she had this wonderful new body to play with. And so, she still was... deliriously happy.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:18 pm
Irina looked down at the table, barely able to open her eyes after the flash of purple and green light. Blinking, she looked down at her hands, that suddenly felt as if she were rubbing fur.
Looking down, she saw before her a creature she had only seen on a couple of occasions: a badger. It seemed to have a smile on it's face, and Irina greeted her, petting her on the head lovingly. "Hello my dear! My Fortunette! Welcome to the world!" Irina's face was flushed with excitement--the same feeling that she was getting from the furry creature sitting before her.
"This was in the pendant?" she asked, looking up at Oqaia for the first time since the pendant had been broken. "Amazing!" She scooped up the badger and cuddled her in her arms, careful to avoid the sharp claws of her new baby...animal. biggrin
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:25 pm
Oqaia opened her eyes to the sight of a new Fortunette animal- a badger, and the knot in her throat disappated with a sigh of relief.
"Actually, it's a little hard to explain. What you see before you is only the form of a badger- as it was before merely the form of the pendant. A Fortunette... is a creature of meij, that seeks a home on this earth by wanting to become all that it can possibly be. It wants to discover what it is like to be an object, to be an animal- and then, to be a human. But in that change from animal to human, it experiences... difficulty. The magic is much stronger, much more difficult. And a human is not an easy thing to mimic. And so, it will have features of both, and characteristics. From there, its fortune is determined by what sorts of meij it gravitates back towards- whether it is dark... or light. This... your child- is a child of delusion, but that is merely its element. Its path has not yet been written."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:33 pm
Irina looked at Oqaia, trying to understand the growth process of these children of fortune. "So it's very curious?" she asked, looking down at the badger once again. She was just lying there, looking at Irina, curious how long it would be before she could move about again.
"Well, for her next growth, I will be sure that I am there to support her wholeheartedly, with all my love," she said with a firm nod. "I will try to make things as easy as possible, though I realize that things are not always as easy as they sound."
Could her new daughter be a child of darkness? Delusion seemed to be a dark force, though she supposed that it depended on the situation one was in--one could be deliriously happy. Even if she were a child of darkness, surely there would be some light in her life. Irina would encourage her to be the best that she could be, regardless.
"I see...Well, there are many possible paths," she said, looking Oqaia in the eye. "We shall see what my little darling will become," she said, smiling at the woman. "Thank you."
She paused, and continued. "Is there anything else you think I should know?"
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:47 pm
"Just... something less magical and more upon the nature of common sense. ...There are few animals in the caravan now. But a word of warning- please keep your child away from those that it might feel an inclination to harm. We've had... incidents in the past." She smiled, letting Irina know that no serious harm had ever been done. "Other than that... congratulations on starting your journey."
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