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[Nope, Em's got ya, Silver. 3nodding ]

With the help fo Kale, barking quietly and turning his head to indicate direction, they followed their path backwards from where they came. It was a slow, tedious, tiresome journey. Each of the gypsies had their own ailment or load, and no one spoke. The feelings in the group were muddled, a mixture of pain, confusion, and relief. Pierre was uncomfortable without his mother and cried, no matter what lullabies Marissa sang to calm him. It was a long road home.

[Er, feel free to intervene with whatever went on here. I'm not definitavely saying we made it back- but we're on our way, I s'pose.]

((^_^ Fast forward. Mwa ha ha.))

When Val awoke in the morning, she was sore from her head to her toes- everything ached, and every magical incantation that went through her head caused her pain. She'd been barely conscious for the walk back to the caravan- and the only words she'd spoken were orders for the women to take the caravan over to the other side of Mulden- they were safer there, closer to the village. Someone else had taken hold of the Whistle Stick- she didn't know if it had been Caroline or Missa- her mind was still in a fog of pain- but she'd fallen under the spell of sleep once more, and now that they were settled, and the morning was breaking through the window slats- everything came back to her. The abduction, the rescue... Kale had been injured, and her rage... had almost cost Silver her life. Lesh had been blind... they had the children back, but she was ashamed at the cost.

She stood, still in the soiled skirts of the night before, and reeled from the spinning pain the movement gave her. But she had to move- so she propped a walking cane under her arm- it was an object she had been planning to use as a Fortunette for some time, but hadn't yet had the right time to use it. For now, though, it helped propel her out of Whistle Stick and down onto the ground. The wagons were encircled.

The first thing she wanted to do... was to see if Silver was alright- or to see if Lesh had regained her sight. But she held back her desire, and instead did what a leader had to do- she called the group together, for things needed to be said. She rang the gathering bell, still propped against the cane, and waited for the women to come free of their wagons.

Emelyn was just waking from a deep sleep when the bell sounded. Her first thought was one of relief- Val must have woken from her injuries, after the terrible night they'd all faced. Pierre, however, was less charitable at having been woken up. His darkly ringed eyes popped open, and his baby fists flew in every direction, making a sort of sign language translation of his screams.

"Shhhh, beb," Em said, throwing her quilt off her legs and sitting up in the trundle bed. "It's just a meeting." She lifted her son to her shoulder and soothed him by rubbing his back. "Shh... it seems all you ever do is fuss, little one." He hiccuped in protest and she laughed, slipping on her sandles and walking down into the circle that the wagons created.

She saw Val near Whistle Stick, leaning on a gnarled stick... but her eyes were mostly focused on the newcomer she could see, making her way between the wagons. She'd been attracted by the bells, it seems. Em walked over to the woman, Pierre still at her shoulder.

"Ho, stranger. ....Are you from Mulden?" She asked, cautiously.

((EDIT))

"Come..." she said, before the woman had a chance to answer, 'You can sit in on our meeting. Gypsies love guests." And Em took a seat on one of the firestones that encircled their temporary hearth, waiting for Valelldia to speak.

Marissa had been awake and sitting on the front steps of her caravan for somewhat like two hours. So when Val rang the bell she was ready to stand and walk to the circle. Kale was in the leather sack her grandfather had given her when she was younger, handmade by him, it was embriodered with a twisting tree and was strapped to her front like a baby-carrier. Kale 's head and paws poked out; his left one was bandaged loosely. It was bulging, for the arrowhead was still in his paw- whenever Marissa tried to remove it it would cut the weak tendon in his wrist and he would cry. Her newest fear had become infection.

She sat on the ground, looking at Val. She was leaning on a stick and looked like death itself, and she didn't blame her. Marissa waited.

((XD Yay! Naming and DRAMA!

*sighs* I love this Breedable... )) xd

The girl went over and sat by the other, her brightly coloured dress she wrapped around herself a little more as it was a bit too big for her. She smiled at the girl and then sat down to listen holding the lam close to her.

Veshengo had disappeared once the women made it back to their wagons. He was now seated up on branch which stuck out over the stream. His clothing was folded in a pile at the base of the tree [Yes, hot sexy nude man up a tree ladies! lol] and he leaned back against the tree trunk, contemplating jumping into the water.