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Heather messed about trying to find the couplets and handed them over. "Thank you." She looked up at the Banya bird who was alot prettier then Secra was.

This would make Amkia alot happier that was for sure.

"Oh, may I ask the breed and if they are... well bad tempered? I will take it whatever just we have one, Secra who has the worst temper in the world!" She smiled at the girl, chuckling a little.

He was so cordial and excited, she could not help but grin. "Oh, All Saivors Day, I know that name," she said, thinking back years to when she traveled in the caravan with her pappa and mama. If she was correct, they once passed near a city that was celebrating just such holiday. She remembered the smell of the feasts wafting to her wagon at night. She hoped there would be feasting here, too.

She snapped out of her thoughts and spoke again to the expectant Fermer. "But..Peress, I'm not sure if I'm familiar with that term," she mused. "But to answer your last question...aye, those are no myths, the caravans are filled with mysteries and magicks, and we have our fair share of adventures." Marissa surprised herself in how easily she spoke to the man. She unconciously drew Kale closer to her.

Irina walked amongst her gypsy family, admiring the banya that a younger girl had for sale. Though she thought of buying one, she decided that Rydell and Oscar were enough fortune for the time being. The most recent fortunes were only slightly unsettling. Nothing like the one she'd received before they had been 'attacked' by the fae. Hopefully she could find this Crick person in the Port, and at least fulfill some of Kal's fortune.

She also watched as several members of the caravan greeted their new visitors, curious where these people were from. She was tempted to join in conversation, but instead, watched from the outskirts.

She'd let Kalpana out of her arms, telling the badger to stay close, or she'd be scooped up again like an infant babe, forced into her mother's arms at all times. The badger seemed to be agreeable, sniffing the air curiously as her dark eyes scanned the surroundings. She stayed close to Irina as she'd been told, unhappy with the thought of being held all the time. She wanted to explore and feel the dirt under her paws.

DeArca couldn't stay close to the others because he continued his endless search for answers. However, endless was the wrong word as DeArca tired himself and sat down near a fountain as he sighed deeply. "Its no use, Ash! We've been at this for so long and haven't turned up one bit of information that even deems useful to us" He said

Ash squeaked and then made a leap into the water behind DeArca and swam around playfully. He squeaked again, moving his four feet quickly to keep floating above the water. His tail curled left and right, thinking it would direct him in the water.

DeArca smiled and splashed Ash with little waves as he sighed again. "You've got the right attitude, Ash....I wish I did too" He said.

Caroline spots Tamlin on her way back into town after putting the new Banya in the wagon. She approaches the newcomer with a warm smile. "I havenae seen ye 'round here before," she says. "Are ye lookin' to join the caravan, then?"

Rojiza hovers to her mother's right. She's a little more cautious around strangers than her friendly mother. Unless they have shinies.

"I'm Caroline Rainiera, and this is my daughter, Rojiza." She sets one hand on her daughter's head, ruffling her hair slightly. "It's so verra nice to meet you, Tamlin. I should warn ye, we willnae be departin' for some time. Seems there's a shindig here at yon wee port, and we intend to stay for the festivities." After a moment's pause, she continues. "Ye've a beautiful name. Where're ye from?"

Rojiza curtsies at the newcomer. Mentally she rolls her eyes at her mother, who never stopped talking. She even talked in her sleep sometimes.

Caroline laughs a bit. "I've only just learned myself. It seems a holiday, called All Savior's Day, and a politcal something-or-other coincide." After a short pause, "Ireland! Well, that's some luck, there, innit? I was born in Scotland." She winks warmly.

"Aye," says Caroline. "I've been to Ireland before, but Ro hasn't. She hasnae been anywhere except where our caravan has travelled." Caroline also much agrees with Tamlin's synopsis of Scotland and England. She'd been to England a few times herself--very proper. No life in it.

Rojiza giggles and blushes. She busies herself with something on her skirt that's evidently VERY interesting. She never knows quite how to react when strangers compliment her. Although this Tamlin woman seems nice. But not overly nice like the Fermer girl they'd met a few moments ago.