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"Secra said... what I could make out, 'Sister Sister, Shadow Sister, Don't let the rivalry spread beyond the wagon, Or as with Lucifer, so will Angel Be'. I think that means Kala is going to hurt Amkia in some way." She sighed looking down at the jaguar at her feet.

She raised her eyes to Lorelei though, "Oh, I hope Vanna will be alright." She looked at the youngster hugging Amkia. "She is such a sweet child!"

Amkia hugged Vanna back as if hugging her was the only way to keep from the stare of the green eyes of his sister.

Ro, who had just come out of her wagon and is sitting at the edge of the circle, unobtrusively, spots Kale with a smile. She'd always liked Kale. As he draws nearer, she lifts him into her lap, waiting for him to reveal what little treasure those tiny hands hold.

"Och," interjects Caroline after hearing Heather's Banya prediction. "Perhaps it means not to let a fight involve other people or Fortunettes." She pats Heather on the back. "I dinna think Kala means to hurt her brother, just her presence upsets wee Amkia. Lucifer was an angel once, and tried to rise above God. He cast him down out of the heavens. Perhaps the fortune only means that should others in the caravan start to take sides with either Amkia or Kala, that poor Amkia would lose, ye ken?" After a pause, she adds, "We do have more dark than light in this caravan--all the darkling bairns and there are more children of darkness than of light."

The prophecy about Amkia and Kala worried Lorelei. The whole talk of falling into darkness.... that didn't bode well. The children who were born to darkness were thriving, but she had a creeping suspicion that switching to the darker side would be... traumatic.

Vanna knew who she would side with. She clung to Amkia, burying her face in his curls for a moment. Kala was pretty - very pretty, and very soft, it seemed - but the sinister sensation she got from the jaguar reminded her of the evil she had sensed in her mother's wagon. Not outright evil, but a dark potential.

Kale was positively delighted at the invitation to Ro's lap. He laughed outright, and showed her his shiny discovery with pride.

Marissa listened curiously to the talk. It seems everyone's Banya's were spilling fortunes today, but not, hers. Unless... "Oh!" she cried, "Do you think that dream of mine...wasn't a dream at all?" She suddenly felt sick. Those words were not at all good.

"Woodland Choice..." she muttered to herself; whatever could that mean? She turned to Caroline. "I havn't heard your fortune yet. Did your banya reveal anything to you?"

She reached over to place, hesitantly, a hand on Heather's shoulder. The other had been a good friend since Al had arrived and this new one Kala had caused such an upset already to what had seemed like a perfect family unit. Poor girl.

"I'm sure your angel will be alright." This said she took her hand back, shy again, hoping it'd been seen as a friendly gesture. Then she turned her attention to the others.

"Well, that's certaintly cryptic...'this wood attatches strings to one'...and "woodland choice"...hmm" Altaira tried to mull this new fortune over in her mind, but to her it made very little sense at all. Oh, she wasn't good at such things. Meaning was harder to catch hold of than smoke when it came to these bird-riddles for her.

"A great gift cannot be bad though, right?"

Caroline nods at the words of both Altaira and Lor. She wishes to decipher the clues of the Banyas, but can't help but think that they're....taking this in the wrong direction. Brow furrowing, she ponders. "Mayhap we should take all the predictions down on parchment. It'd be a mite easier to remember common patterns and the like."

Ro waves back at Vanna, remembering their game of tag with a smile.

Caroline's eyes darken a bit with Marissa's words. "No, I've no idea," she says. "I dinna even know what the Firos pendant is."

Rojiza tries not to be bothered by the adult talk, but is. She knows who a 'fiery marionette' refers to. Unconsciously she holds Kale a little closer to herself. She kisses the top of his head, hiding behind large brown eyes any thoughts she might have on this discussion. Better to let the adults puzzle it out for themselves. In her mind, though, she goes over what prophecies she's heard that evening. Looks for patterns, and remembers that Banyas don't ever exclude their owners completely from their predictions.