|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:19 pm
Settling Vanna upon her hip, she took his proffered hand with only a bit of hesitation, climbing up onto his leadseat.
"I'm Lorelei," she said, hoping that he wouldn't somehow recognize the name. There was no reason he should, but the fear still lingered. Perhaps she should think on crafting a new identity for when she went into the city itself. "And this is Vanna."
Vanna waved, clambering off Lorelei's lap and squirming in between the two of them.
"We're over that way," she said, pointing to where their wagons sat moored in the field. "It seems we've attracted some attention, so it might be hard to get back, but..."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:28 pm
Baptiste helps her settle in the leadseat next to him. "What lovely names for two lovely ladies," he says. He flicks the reins and his horses are off at a slow walk. "This whole town's attracted some attention, what with the festival going on." Again people scurry out of the way of his large mares. "We shan't have trouble getting there," he assures them, guiding his horses toward the camped wagon train.
Once they arrive, Baptiste reins in his horses, then jumps down and offers Lorelei and Vanna the same assistance. Quite the gentleman, he is.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:30 pm
Seeing the new comers Tamlin quickly hurries over hoping they can answer her questions about the caravan, and maybe one of them would have enough position to grant her permision to travel along with them.
"Hello there, are you three apart of this caravan? My name is Tamlin."
Tamlin gave another flourishing bow and a genuine smile and stuck out her hand for a hand shake
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:32 pm
Lorelei's face stayed fairly red the entire way back, and she squirmed, flustered. Vanna just giggled.
Then they arrived. This time, Lorelei took his hand and jumped down by herself, then held up a hand to Vanna. The girl carefully climbed into her arms, avoiding her mother's sore spots as best she could.
Taking a look around, she frowned. "Valelldia doesn't seem to be about... it seems you might need to wait, Mr. Kirpatsh," she said, slipping slightly into old formalities. Being home was already affecting her.
At the new gypsy's arrival, she looked over, then carefully pulled her hood down, trying to shield her sores. She kept her bandaged hands by her sides. "Yes, I am. Can I... help you...?" She doubted she could, but hey. Might as well ask, hm?
And then she could retreat into the safety of Ivy-Twined, flee the noise and crowd.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:38 pm
"As i said my name is Tamlin, Tamlin Maire Sorcha, I'm a flute player and acrobat originally from Ireland. i recently came across a steak of bad luck and lost my wagon to the river. ive been stuck in this city for almost a week, and i seem to be going crazy due to the inordinate mass of people here. Do you perchance have space for another member in your caravan, i have my own horse"
Tamlin patted Brid fondly
"I'm desperate to leave this paved city and return to the roads. any assistance you have would be splendid."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:38 pm
"Thank you so much for your assistance, Lorelei," he says, bowing again. "And you too, little Vanna," he adds, ruffling Vanna's soft hair. He's about to go when a red-headed firebal bounces over to them. "I'm afraid I can't help you, Miss," he apologizes. He tips his hat and leaves the two women to their talking.
He wanders around, looking for another gypsy to converse with until the caravan lead returns.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:47 pm
Lorelei pondered this a moment, then nodded slowly. "It is not my place to say, but I've never seen our caravan mother turn anybody away. I am sorry to hear of your misfortune - many of our number have suffered similarly trying times."
Like now, for her.
"We'll be here for some time, I suppose, though. If you're anxious to leave, we may not be the best companions. But if you're willing to wait, we should be setting out again soon." A small smile glimmered from the shadows of her hood.
She pointed to the retreating figure of Baptiste. "Follow him, Miss. He's in search of our caravan mother as well, to ask the same thing."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:52 pm
"thank you for you assistance, i believe i shall,"
giving yet another bow and smile of gratitude. being this courteous was hard on her back.
"again thanks and i hope to soon become a travele mate of you and your lovely daughter."
with that and a wave to the child Tamlin hurried along after the dissapearing stranger.
"excuse me sir, ive been told we are looking for the same person. so presumably we shall find her in the same spot"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:40 pm
Gwynna was certainly relieved to be out in the open again, and she looked forward to the Port. She had never seen a city quite so large-- and it seemed Tempranillo was larger and busier than the caravan had expected. As far back in the line as The Singing Bird was, Gwynna had plenty of time to come to a stop. After taking care of Bard, she wrapped herself and Nusa in plenty of warms scarves and emerged from the wagon to have a look around.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:42 pm
Baptiste turns and smiles at the youth who had followed him. "Presumably," he agrees with a small bow. "My name is Baptiste. It's a pleasure to be making the acquaintance of such a fiery young lady."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:50 pm
"my, Baptiste, what an excellent name" Tamlin smiled warmly at his barely disguised flattery and curtsied at him, she was determined to make a good impression upon any who might be associated with this caravan,as it was her ticket out of the city.
"I'm Tamlin Maire Sorcha, i seem to be giving my name out to a lot of people recently. my red hair is from my mothers line." she smiled and bounced her curls.
"why are you searching for the caravan mother? i hope to join the caravan to leave this mass of humanity behind."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:57 pm
Baptiste grins at her. "Perhaps if you simply shortened your name to Tamlin for the purpose of introduction, it wouldn't be such a mouthful," he suggests. "As for my reasons for leaving the city, they're in fact quite similar to yours, Tamlin." He likes this name. It's spritely. "I've been here for far too long, and it's time for me to leave."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:19 pm
"hmmm.. maybe. but I love my full name, and its hard to tell the character of someone by their first name alone." tamlin paused... "you have been here awhile? ive been here for almost a week and i could swear ive never seen you"
She wrinked her brow searching her memory, maybe she had and passed him over, but she doubted it, he cut a stunning figure that would not be easily forgotten.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:22 pm
Baptiste smiles charmingly at her. "In that case, I'm not simply Baptiste, but Baptiste Fenwick Kirpatsh." He bows again. "And I have been here nearly six months, fair lady."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:35 pm
She grinned at hearing his full name, she just loved names, they showed such character and always fit only one person. "well, i can see why you should want to leave so badly, 4 days had my head spinning. And it wasnt becuase of my acrobatics."
Tamlin twirled around for a bit letting her skirts fly in the wind. "oh how i long to be back on the road again. if i had supplies id have left on Brid, but with no money, i had to perform." She was now facing the caravan again and she saw a gypsy near the end of the caravan.
"look Baptiste! back there" she pointed "she may be able to help us, shall we return to the caravan?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
