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Voltaire had been practicing at his fiddle while Annjette amused herself with clapping along to him. Though all music and clapping stopped when Lorelei came hurrying into the wagon.

The man figured Lorelei was up to something but made a point to let her go about her own business without his interruptions, "Lorelei! Come sit for a moment and rest. You have something for us? That is indeed very sweet of you my friend." He put down his instrument.

Annjette giggled softly watching Vanna and Lorelei.

Voltaire nodded, "I do indeed, Lorelei. I watched you for a time. It seemed as if you were enjoying yourself in a fashion." He smiled at her. He was glad his friend was finding ways to keep herself occupied or otherwise amuse herself.

Annjette giggled as Vanna perched on her shoulder, "Hello pretty Vanna!" She coo'd gently at the bird.

He took the stone in his hand and then looked it over and grinned, "It is beautiful. Thank you, Lorelei. We will treasure this always." Voltaire was geniunely pleased by the gift it seemed, and it was likely that he was.

Annjette happily tried to copy the sounds Vanna produced, but they did not seem to come out right. Didn't seem to bother the girl at all though and instead she spoke, "One day we sing together, Vanna."

Dance~

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"Do I have to come?" The boy's petulance was matched only by his interminable frown. He'd rather be doing pretty much anything else in the world, was the mentality he broadcast to his mother- quite blatantly. Emelyn stopped short of Clair d' Lune, and pulled her son before her by his shoulders, sporting a hefty frown of her own.

"Pierre, I have put up with this obnoxious, pouting attitude for days. I am sick and tired of it. ...If you don't behave yourself while we visit, I am going to take away every single one of your toys, and you're going to sit in the wagon all day long while we travel so I can keep an eye on you. ...This 'feel sorry for yourself' pout is unacceptable. If you're going to persist with this pitiful mood, I am going to give you a reason to be unhappy. Do you understand me?"

The frown remained, but the boy eased his brows out of their deep furrow and nodded his head slowly.

"Good. Come now." The woman took his hand again and wakled with him up the few steps to the wagon. She rapped her knuckles against the wood door and waited to see which of its many residents were home.

"Actually," the gypsy said, one hand wrapped in her skirts at her hip and the other tightly clasped in her only slightly pouting son. "We came to see you! To thank you for that lovely shell you left at DaggerHeld."