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Em nodded to Silver that she understood to keep quiet- and gathered the trailing part of her skirt in her free fist, so they wouldn't drag on the ground as she stepped up into Silver's wagon. Looking around, it seemed like the decor had changed somewhat since the last time she'd been inside, but now wasn't the time to be exchanging pleasantries- there'd be time enough for that later, and she made a mental note to tell Silver how lovely it looked. What was important now was that the infants met one another, and in as calm an environment as possible.

Em walked to the edge of the bed, and placed Pierre as far away from Aisrhan as she could, so as not to frighten one or the other. She didn't sit down herself, just in case it frightened the snake Fortunette, but kept a steady eye on her son, whose spikes had gone high and threatening. He recognized the predator animal in the girl, and even though he didn't seem to be afraid, he kept his spines high, out of instinct. But he didn't hiss or let out his hedgehog-scream- and didn't move a muscle. It would have to be Aisrhan's move.

Em didn't take her eyes off her son, but gestured to Silver that she'd heard and understood.

"Alright," she said, still looking at the two Fortunettes, "...Hello Aisrhan. This is Pierre. Pierre, why don't you go meet Ais?"

Pierre, who was the eldest of the toddlers in the caravan, was beginning to understand key words and phrases- but, more than anything, he understood the gesture that she was making with her hands- 'go on'. So he tentatively cralwed forward on the bed, his dark nailed baby hands scratching the cover as he went. He kept his spines up, but didn't seem to be frightened of the little snake girl, and he got right up in front of her.

Em broke her stare for a moment to give a mostly relieved look at Silver.

"Whew. That could have gone badly."

Putting her arm loosely over Lorelei's shoulder, Shamira observed the woman who seemed to be leader of this caravan.
"Which clan do you belong to?" her voice was slightly suspicious, earlier sentiments about them possibly helping the two far from her mind.

Shamira nodded absently, thinking over the fact that they did not have a clan - that most likely meant they were outcasts, people who had done wrong in the eyes of the other gypsies.
"We'll join you, for tonight."

Val smiled at the two nervous new travelers. They are hiding something, she just had the feeling. Whether it was good or bad, she didn't know but she would find out. She retrieved the salve, "Your welcome, it's not trouble really, we are fairly close to Mulden and will be able to use our talents to get supplies there. Supersticious people pay much for their fortunes read. But I charge whatever I know a person can pay. Time to set up camp." She went to have Flourish and Lily lead the wagon off the road. She untied them and started brushing their coats. She then gave them some grain and allowed them to graze free of reins. They always stayed near.

Val thought for a second. Yes, hiding the infants would be hard, especially the more mobile ones who could crawl, slither, and walk.
"There was once a time that wouldn't be a worry but the world has changed." She sighed as she looked over to Shy. "I will do a glamour spell over the area, they will only see the infants how they are ready to see them. If they are familiar with the ways of magic and mystery, they will see them as they are. If not..." She trailed off deep in thought. "It should work, keep them occupied for me, I will be in whistle sticks for a while."

She started to head off when a thought dawned on her, "Oh and Shy, keep a hold of these." She handed the old paint covered paintbrushes to Shy. "Don't want them around such magic, it may accidently grow them and it's not time yet."

"Something's off." Shamira stated quietly to her companion - the signs were all pointing to it. These people were too secretive for something not to be wrong. However, the fact that she and Lorelei, too, were hiding something stopped her from saying anything.
She, herself, was not very well-versed in the ways of magic but her time as an assistant for the local mage had served her well; she was able to feel the magic practically leaking off the caravan. The thought that it might be their magic they were hiding were quickly thrown out - all gypsies had been in contact with magic at some point, and had no problem telling others of their unique talents and experiences. Or at least that was how it had been in her clan.. Shaking her head slightly, she re-focused on her surroundings; it would not do well to be distracted in these strangers' presence.