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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:41 pm
"Alright," he agrees. "We'll go ask her." He offers his arm, most gentlemanlylike and walks with her back toward the caravan.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 9:01 pm
Tamlin laced her arm through Baptiste's and smiled, *well, ive made one friend who desires to leave the city, things are looking up* once they reached the lady gypsy that had just exited her wagon Tamlin waved at her.
"Hello, perhaps you can help us dear, we are looking to join this caravan in order to leave the city, maybe you could tell us some of its purpose and direction and members" Tamlin curstied yet again "my name is Tamlin Maire Sorcha, and this, well im sure he can introduce himself." she looked up at Babtiste and realized that while he gave her his name, she shouldnt be spreading it, a name is a very precious thing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:25 pm
[Still Baptiste. Too lazy to mule-hop. ^^;]
Baptiste smiles at Gwynna and bows, taking off his hat. "My name is Baptiste," he says, straightening again and replacing his hat upon his head. He pauses, realizing he should say something else, why he's here, what he's doing. "What she said," he says finally.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 7:16 pm
Gwynna dropped a casual curtsy, her actions limited by the child on her hip. "Gwynna Chirilo, and my daughter here is Nusa." She smiled at the pair. "Well, I'm sure you'll be welcome to travel with us, but I believe we're going into the city for a while."
Nusa burbled happily from within her many layers of scarves. Although she had loved the forest, as long as there were new things to see, the red panda girl was content.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:13 pm
Xpressionless Aucaman’s fortune had left Mirela more then a little shaken, not only due to the violence that surround its arrival but also for the dark words the Banya had spoken. The young gypsy had never received such dire tidings and hadn’t heard much talk of similar predications from the caravans other birds in the past, although within the recesses of her mind she knew that such troubling predications must have come before now.
With her usually bright countenance now masked with shadows of confusion and fear Mirela secured Bavol’s reins to the lead seat, trusting the steed to follow the wagons before him, and climbed down to walk beside her travelling home - lift Tafari down after her. Awkwardly nestled within her mothers arms, a position that he much preferred now that she was able to hold him, Tafari regarded the approaching port with child like wonder and excitement; making up for Mirela’s seeming obliviousness to the brightly coloured scene and current of giddiness and anticipation that swept over the crowd.
Having decided upon bringing her questions and queries to Oqaia, to save troubling the wagon mother with what might only be petty concerns, Mirela moved silently and swiftly forward - keeping her head lowered and hidden to avoid in sighting concern among her sisters and brothers, especially when many were still coming to terms with the events that had occurred within the forest. Only when she was walking safely beside Blessed Change did the young woman lift her head.
“I am sorry to trouble you my sister” Mirela spoke in a hushed tone, “but I received a rather troubling fortune from Aucaman, one that has left me fearful as to what may lie ahead for Tafari, the caravan and myself”. Pausing to release a shaky sigh, Mirela continued. “Therefore I have come to ask, most humbly, if you are able to shed a greater light on Aucaman’s words. I do not know what the meji can and will reveal, but I wish to know more about what awaits Tafari - will the speaking’s of death and killing touch him?” Oqaia smiled, and indicated for Mirela to come up and join her on the leadseat. She put her reigns in her lap- Varlan and her other oxen would continue to follow WhistleStick without her reign. She listened to Mirela's words carefully and nodded to herself, not realizing that she bit her bottom lip as she did. The pink haired girl from the north was only half gypsy- and even after all her time in the caravan, she was still trying to come into her own. Fortunes still did not come as easily to her as to her half-sister, but every time she was improving, understanding more of the slippery, nebulous handholds of the meij. She crawled back into her wagon and rifled through a trunk near her trundle bed. She had not used her Quing Cards in a long while- and decided to try them, rather than her usual tarot or other fortune spreads. The small leather disks of cards could fit into the palm of her hand. When she placed the deck between them on the leadseat, bent down to look at them, their heads would nearly touch. Oqaia asked the question of the cards, then, with a Quing Incantation that was as as high-pitched as it was brief, she thumped the deck with her knuckles, and two cards leapt up out of the pile and shuffled themselves to the head of the deck. Oqaia had only to flip them over. "Carcara- the card of disconnection. No, the talk of killing and death don't have to do with Tafari. I think you just had the ill luck of having the Bezerker catching another's meij fortune. It's good you came to me, then. I wouldn't want to think someone in my wagon had a connection to... whatever this is." Oq bit her lip once more. Death? Killing? She tried to keep her composure as clear as whiteberry wine... she would take this matter up with Valelldia later. "And Sorit- the card of power. It's flipped itself, too- which I think means that there is something for him to the south- something that connects his future with power." Oqaia looked up. "I guess that means... when we head south, something will happen to Tafari. Probably nothing... bad?" She tilted her head and gave a soft smile of apology. It was all she knew.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:16 pm
Remove Heather, being no where near the front of the caravans was rather confused when they stopped. She had been confused alot since her Banya prediction it seemed her children knew what it meant though, which confused her more. Kala seemed almost proud and Amkia was pouting and staring at Kala, not doing much else.
She welcomed the change, her caravan now calm but as she pulled her horses up she jumped off and ran quickly to the front, she needed to see Val. There were names in what Secra had said and she needed to know who they were.
Amkia was singing to himself for the time being on the bed inside the caravan, Kala had rushed out the minute Heaether had left so now things were good, no Kala meant Amkia had some peace.
Heather reached Vals caravan but before she actually spoke to her she turned to look at the other caravans and saw Kala slipping away. "Stupid cat." She mumbled to herself before turning to Val. "Cam I talk to you?Please?" Valelldia let WhistleStick crawl to a gentle stop. The wagons behind her would follow. In any case, they were in a section of Fermers, the lanky ground-dwellers who cohabited the Dove Forest with the Dove. They were a gentle people, though somewhat...talkative. The wagonmother doubted they would be in any danger amongst them- and besides, they were so near the city now- it wouldn't hurt her sisters and brothers to have some idle chat with those around. "Of course, Heather. What of?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:25 pm
M i s s a Marissa woah'ed the oxen and stretched her neck to see ahead. Luckily, she's not far behind, so she can see most of what's before her. The Port already? Time flies when you're not trapped in a wooded prison.
Marissa admired the colors, the banners, the excitement of the Port. She felt like she needed this change, and she sighed, waiting for the caravan to settle. In the meantime, however, she would explore. Placing Kale in her hip-purse, she hopped from the wagon seat, and meandered towards the front of the wagon train. A knobby-kneed, blonde Fermer man- he was six five if he was an inch, bobbed his way awkwardly over to where Marissa wandered after their caravan stopped. He grinned at her, and his voice seemed too deep for someone so slender. "Greetings! Which festival have you come for?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:30 pm
((The following folk are wandering around here, on the edge of the city. First come to approach, first serve. ^_~ ))
+Redheaded Fermer girl, about 5"10, probably no more than 16. She's tending a large crate covered in cloth.
+An older Fermer gentlemen with a middle-aged Fermer woman- they're together with a bottle of ale (unopened) laughing and trying to start a fire.
+A Highland-Gelm woman, of all things, swaddled in very thick brown and mud-red clothing, huddled down examining one of the cobblestones.
+A woman- race undetermined, who stands near where Tamlin was playing her flute with a surprised look on her face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:36 pm
Heather smiled and swallow a little. "Its about something my Banya said, I mean, I just need an idea what it meant, there were names I have never heard of before." She paused for a little and thought.
"It went something like, Susa... girl given a chance at life-
Will she be Seira?
Will he be Forta?
There are six sisters you must meet."
She didn't wait to be invited in the caravan or anything as she knew Kala was on the lose and going in doors could be fatal for someone or something.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:41 pm
Emelyn wasn't surprised when Daggerheld stopped. There was enough commotion here, even at the edge of the city, for their progress to grind to a screetching halt. Pierre had already jumped down, and gone ahead of her- off to find some friend in the wagontrain, she hoped- or to sulk somewhere. It was harder and harder for the boy to 'act out'- ever since the Twiggle Forest he'd been different, and more than just for the sake of his color. It was as if some invisible barrier were preventing him from being himself- molding him, reprimanding him somehow to be better, to be... more. It was troubling- for although her son was as 'good' as he had ever been- he was not the same.
The gypsy woman unsheathed each of her daggers in turn an inch- no more- as if to check that they could pull free at a moment's notice. She did not think that this was a dangerous place to be, but it was habit now, to check. Her healing dagger was amidst the 'line-up', as well.
It felt strange to walk after being on the leadseat so long- but it felt good, as well, and when she found herself at a Fermers' fire, she smiled, almost unwilling to stop for how nice it felt to stretch her legs.
"Hello, GroundDwellers," she said. It was a customary Dove greeting to the Fermers. Seeing them was a sweet reminder- though strange- of a life she almost couldn't believe had once been hers.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:47 pm
Remove Heather smiled and swallow a little. "Its about something my Banya said, I mean, I just need an idea what it meant, there were names I have never heard of before." She paused for a little and thought.
"It went something like, Susa... girl given a chance at life-
Will she be Seira?
Will he be Forta?
There are six sisters you must meet."
She didn't wait to be invited in the caravan or anything as she knew Kala was on the lose and going in doors could be fatal for someone or something. Valelldia thought a moment. "Well, two of those names I'm not surprised that you've yet to hear them... one of them even I'm not familiar with. The other, it's likely enough that you've forgotten it- I think I only spoke of her once to you." Valelldia did not often like to speak those Fortunettes whose lives were grim beneath the meij. "She was the most powerful dark-magic Unfortunette ever to live. I believe the only time we spoke on her... is when Kala grew so quickly to her animal stage. Seira was the only other Fortunette who grew so quickly... quicker, actually, into a dragon's form. She wanted to exist so badly, she almost consumed herself by taking the quick, dark path every chance she could. And Forta... Forta was a general in the Great Rift- he took up against one he had once considered his sister- his close friend in youth. Perhaps the fortune means- that one of your children's path... is that your daughter may take a dark path, and Amkia struggle to combat her. There are many paths your children may take. The meij illuminates this one, I would say- because it is the most pressing, perhaps to avoid." She pondered then, wracking her brain for what the rest might mean- but as she'd said before- there was no point of reference for her to explain to Heather. "And Susa... I'm not sure of at all. The name does not seem familiar to me. And the sisters could be actual sisters, or symbolic. But considering they are in this fortune, it's likely that they are the ones to keep your children from heading down this path."
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:51 pm
Emelyn Emelyn wasn't surprised when Daggerheld stopped. There was enough commotion here, even at the edge of the city, for their progress to grind to a screetching halt. Pierre had already jumped down, and gone ahead of her- off to find some friend in the wagontrain, she hoped- or to sulk somewhere. It was harder and harder for the boy to 'act out'- ever since the Twiggle Forest he'd been different, and more than just for the sake of his color. It was as if some invisible barrier were preventing him from being himself- molding him, reprimanding him somehow to be better, to be... more. It was troubling- for although her son was as 'good' as he had ever been- he was not the same. The gypsy woman unsheathed each of her daggers in turn an inch- no more- as if to check that they could pull free at a moment's notice. She did not think that this was a dangerous place to be, but it was habit now, to check. Her healing dagger was amidst the 'line-up', as well. It felt strange to walk after being on the leadseat so long- but it felt good, as well, and when she found herself at a Fermers' fire, she smiled, almost unwilling to stop for how nice it felt to stretch her legs. "Hello, GroundDwellers," she said. It was a customary Dove greeting to the Fermers. Seeing them was a sweet reminder- though strange- of a life she almost couldn't believe had once been hers. "'Lo, TreeScaler!" The older Fermer said. His voice was creased with the impediments of age- and the surprise of seeing a Dove so far away from their precious forest. He came forward, lithe for how bent he was- though the woman he had been laughing with remained at the fire, the bottle in one hand and a stick in the other. She prodded the coals- completely unengaged in her previous companian's current conversation. If she minded being interrupted, it did not show in her actions or on her long, tanned face. "So far away from the forest, little Dove." He looked up at the long winding caravan that stretched out behind her. "Did this gypsy band lure you away from home? Kidnap you, perhaps?" He lowered his voice with a whisper at that, though a smile spread across his face simultaneously, almost as if the idea were delicious fun.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:07 pm
Lorelei had spent somewhere close to half an hour leaning against the side of Ivy-Twined, fingers looped through the stronger vines. Vanna had been sitting patiently at her feet, but now she was up and about, walking to either side of her mother and stomping her feet. She whined, third eye glowing in annoyance.
"Mama!" she shouted, and Lorelei looked down, eyes filled with pain and exhaustsion. But the little fey girl paid that no mind. She stomped her foot again. "Wanna see!"
"See what, darling?" she murmured, trying to ignore the thudding pain behind her eyes. The noise of the crowd and her daughter's beginning tantrum weren't helping. Maybe she should deposit Vanna with a friend and go lie down...
"Seeeeeea!" the girl cried, voice shrill enough to make Lorelei wince. The girl was pointing down into the city, towards the glittering water.
Lorelei followed her finger and frowned, sighing. "Not now, Vanna."
"Now!" she responded, grabbing one of Lorelei's bandaged hands and tugging. Lorelei whimpered in pain, but began to give in, taking a few hesitant steps forward and pulling her hood down again. Hopefully, the girl would be content just to see the water from a better vantage point instead of going into the city itself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:30 pm
In trying to keep up with Vanna, who quickly broke away from her mother and trotted ahead, Lorelei nearly didn't see a woman who stood, staring, a ways into the crowd. She skidded to a halt, shoulder brushing up against the woman.
All modest propriety, Lorelei turned and curtsied quickly in apology. "I'm so sorry, I did not see you! I was running after my daughter..."
Said daughter came wandering up, giggling, back feathers twitching in amusement. Apparently, Lorelei's short, labored breaths were amusing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:39 pm
The woman looked down at the child, and then at the mother as if being shaken out of a daze.
"No vorries, I not should be here... standing in vay. I just surprised...were." Her voice was thick, rolling with an almost growling accent, yet she did not seem angry. "You gypsies. Music, vagons... gyspies?"
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