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Heather took the bag next, holding Amkia close she let the dust go into the fire, "I wish for security and safety for Amkia and other young ones..." Shtightened her grip on Amkia some more and kissed his forehead, handing the bag of dust on while watching the flames.

((Ack, I'm late ._.; *kicks revision work and essays aside*))

Altaira was woken from her nap by something she could not pin down. Some strange quality of in the air, riding the breeze that had found it's way into her little cart, seemed to tug at her. Sleepily, she stooped and made her way out. Dan and Pearl appeared unconcerned, the mule still chomping down on the grass before him. But the half-gypsy felt that something was...not wrong...just different about the fire and the gathering.

Still it seemed so inviting, so welcoming, that circle of people passing around a bag of some sort. And the fire kept flaring slightly, as if given something to consume. Curious as always, and just as shy, she snuck towards it. Her hand curled around the flint in her pocket. It was hard to be worried about fitting in right now. Fingers stroked the grooves carved in the the stone.

Maybe she'd be able to join in, even if it looked like they were half done.

"When you throw the wishing dust into the fire and make a wish, you see a vision," Caroline explains in a murmur to DeArca. "None of us can see it but you."

((Yes, you can make your own vision. It's sort of a thing that helps me steer your individual plot towards something that you'll like/understand.

Note to the newcomers, in case you didn't know: Each Fortunette owner/Fortunette has some sort of plot/future that I work out. It's not strictly dictated by me- actually, a lot of it depends on what you do. But their future, and large, plot devices that will change their future- I work out constantly. twisted A few of the owners can tell you- Banya bird fortunes or Valelldia tarot card readings have revealed things that seem... awfully strange at the time- then MONTHS later, make perfect sense as something happens to them.

This is a long, involved storyline, basically- and you're characters that are basically just trying to live your lives and deal with what happens. ^___^ <33

Okay, I'll give you people a few more posts to make wishes/chat, etc.- and then we'll move on. I have a few surprises for people, mostly the newcomers, but a few of the old-bies as well.)) heart

The woman and her child watched as the fire took shape. The sillouette of a young man stood in the flames. He had a fox's ears and tail. Marissa could only assume it was Kale, since his back was turned away. There was something in his hand, a pendant, and she watched as began to lower it onto his head...

The fire was a fire again, and Marissa took her seat with her son, holding his hand tightly.

Summoning a final burst of courage, Altaira moved to properly join the gathering, rather than silently watch.

"Purple is usually about royalty, and magic, and wisdom, I think - DeArca." She took a moment to recall his name, but she'd seen him around, a fellow newcomer, she thought. Offering a small, shy smile she waited for the bag to come to her, though she let some of her long hair hide her face.

"I wish to have friendships and a home once more." Altaira drizzled the dust from her hand, interested and hoping to prolong this 'vision'. When it came, she wished she'd tossed it in all at once. A chakra, a wheel of the gypsies, stood upright entwined and snared with ivy. A humanoid shadow sat before it, cradelling something sparking like a fire within a fire in it's hands. It looked so forgotton and broken...but that fire...

She passed on the bag, unsure if she should worry about it or take comfort in those hopeful looking sparks.

Rojiza claps her hands softly. A growing! She vaguely remembers her own transition from infant to child, but the details are quite fuzzy. She just remembers lots of light and sparkles. She looks around to the unfamiliar faces, then remembers something. She skirts 'round the fire to DeArca and nudges him. She makes a gesture resembling the growth of a tree.