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Climbing from the bowels of the worn but reliably sturdy merchant ship, she lifted her arms and reached for the misty blue sky. The n** of cool air was welcoming on her exposed skin as the rooms below were warm and stuffy. With a yawn, and light pinch of her already natural rosy cheeks, Rur'Adika stepped to the bow of the ship to find them just making port in Southport.

Waiting at the railing, she watched as the sailors did their job and her managing to keep out of their way. Many of them giving her waves and soft smiles. Rur'Adika had accrued her passage not by money but rather as a means of stress relief for the men and their captain. A 'lively respite from the sea' the Captain had said. She had served as musical magical trickster as means of entertainment for the men, though some would have preferred another kind, she was not that sort of entertainer.

Now with the grunge of the sea soon to be behind her, Rur'Adika was eager to put the sea behind her, though lovely as it was, the trip has taken longer then anticipated due to skirting a nasty storm. Having not been sea-sick before, that rocking from just missing the worst part of the storm and tossed her stomach into retching everything up she had put down.

Hearing the crack of the gangplank put down, and at the creek of the hull's storage doors opening, she spun around in her deep magenta skirt and creamy layers to the dock and the sailors unloading her horse Croix. With his bridal in hand, she heard the cries of goodbyes of the men and the Captain himself lifting his feathered hat in her direction. With waves and smiles she departed the dock with a skip in her step as she made her way toward the main market street which was usually the most lively.

"Let's go see if we can find an inn where we can room and board up for the night ya Croix," she said to the large auburn and cream beast that stood well above her height.

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Going to the bags and rolls on Croix's back, she fumbled with some while walking down the street. Her horse keeping a steady pace and keeping on track, Rur'Adika searched for what she wanted. Pulling out a silk wallet, she flipped it open in the hopes to see paper notes only it was empty. Right along with the change purse except perhaps a few simple coins; only amounting to spare change.

Sighing, the raven haired gypsy remembered why she had not paid at all for anything on the ship; she had nothing to offer but her talents. So now she was left with still no money. Looking to the sky however, the sun was only beginning to wake and so was the rest of the port.

"...the day is still young after all..." she murmured optimistic about earning what she needed before the day was out. Looking to her traveling companion Rur'Adika grinned. "Looks like we are going to be earning our keep before we spend it. Come along Croix."

Leading the animal by the bridle with the slightest touch, as he would follow her through a crowd without it, Adi preferred it so no one yanked on it in an unwelcome fashion. Once down the busiest street, she searched for an alcove that she would station herself in. Next to a spirits establishment, there were many barrels and crates, functioning as both a stage and comfortable environment for the day. With eager enthusiasm, Adi placed Croix aside and began pulling out items from the bags one would think impossible to put inside them. One in particular was a large chest like box that had a bronze wheels and turning gears. Aged and worn, she began rotating the crank and soon music began to play from it. Falling over the crowd with beautiful music not of the Land of Crows.

Adi having placed a small chest for any money people would like to give her, she took her place upon her makeshift stage. Her dress and embellishments jingling, what caught most of the crowds attention was the flash of color and sparks Adi blew from her hands right along with a flock of colorful birds.

Simple trickery and magic to catch their attention.

As the music began to play with more gusto, so did Rur'Adika's body begin to move and way with the flow. Skirts and raven hair flying, her jewelry flashing and chiming, from the side she pulled out a tambourine, playing it as she swayed her hips and moved her feet to the melody. At times using her magic to give the crowd a dramatic flare of excitement. Like pulling a hoop from her ear and throwing it into the sky, it enlarged and floated on its own. Leaving the gypsy girl dancing along side it but also with it.

All the while a beautiful smile on her painted lips and warm eyes closed or staring into the gathering crowd.

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She noticed the offerings of payment easily enough, but she never missed a beat in her performance and dance with her golden hoop. Enjoying more the cries of awe and cheering from the crowd. This was what she really wanted, to hear them happy with her performance, the money was really only as a means to survive and not for profit.

With a sweep of her hand, the ring was in her grasp and now back to the size of an earring. Going into a series of tight swirls and spins, the flurry of her deep magenta skirts flared outward. Leaving the creamy layers beneath to be seen, right along with her decorated ankles; charms and rings adorned them with chains and gems. When she finally stopped Rur'Adika swept her arms back to bring them sweeping back to her lips as if to blow kisses from both hands. Only the adornments on her hands touched her lips instead of skin.

Not a moment later, the gypsy woman was blowing a decent size ball of fire over her head and the crowd. The ball itself exploding into small fire-birds that cried out their lovely mournful song. With that showing ending, Rur'Adika bowed and waited for that applause and cry for more if there was to be one.

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The voice of encore was on the wind and she could only smile happily at the knowledge that the crowd enjoyed it. Coming from her bow like curtsy, Rur'Adika was about to continue with the cry from the port came. The captain crying out about his wires and product brought in. He even caught her attention with his cries.

As these people depended on much of what came into the port, she was not about to curse them for it. So with the crowd thinning, she chose now would be a good time to rest. Day still young and as the produce and merchant sales came and thinned, she would perform again. Hopefully earning a fair amount to board up somewhere with at least a little bit of food. Going to her offering chest, Rur'Adika began counting and picking up the coins that had missed the chest.

She was in the middle of that task when a shadow fell over her and a voice rang out speaking in a smooth silky baritone. Looking up, she could see his face just enough from the rising sun to make out his pale skin ,and angled features; dark hair and clothes. His yellow eyes reminding her slightly of a snake.

"Oh...hello," she said smoothly with a charming smile. "Yes well...can only be expected in a port town; what comes in is practically their livelihood, and I'm only a passer by."

With that said though, the gypsy thought there was a complimnet somewhere in there, specially as he asked about her magic making her laugh. The charming warmth filling the air around them.

"Magic I control...not really. The magic is all in the items I use, I just know enough to use them properly and many of them simply mundane to be little more then parlor tricks."

Rur'Adika was honest for the most part. She only used the more harmless and easy to use items in her performances. However, there were items in her box tricks that were far more deadly.
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His words though charming and certainly flattering, were really only making her laugh though blush a little as well. She wasn't one to think that she had all that much power to work with. Gypsies taught themselves, no professor or going to some academy to learn the ins and outs of the magic. It was merely handed on from one generation to the other.

"Yes...perhaps the little things can prove talent, but power takes more then that I'm sure." Rur'Adika after all was only a gypsy and her knowledge of such things limited.

Taking her chest she moved it towards her things and took out her coin bag and began filling it; the paper notes going into her silky wallet. When the stranger spoke of admiring the Gypsy way, her raven head did look up at him strangely. Hazel eyes curious as she looked up at him.

"Admiring the work of a Gypsy...in all my years I haven't heard that one before," she said with a chuckle. "Not sure what to say except a possible thank you..." Rur'Adika was about to speak further when out of no where the stranger flicked a coin at her; the ring of the precious medal her clue. He held it out between his fingers. "I'm not one to say...I welcome any donation you're willing to give...Mr...I don't believe I caught you name."

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A raise of the brow was all she had for a reaction to the name at first, however, a warm smile soon followed. "Michael Maues..." she droned letting it fall from her lips fluidly and a sparkle in her hazel eyes. "It's always a pleasure seeing a familiar face."

In those words it was her own way of inviting him to returned.

Asking for her own name was expected however, it was always nice to know that he was that interested. In what way she wasn't sure, too soon to tell, but Rur'Adika was more leaning toward her magic talent and items. Extending her hand palm up, the coin dropped into it, tapping against the gem and bracelet adornment on her hand.

"Rur'Adika Addaharra, is the name you'll be needing," she said and wrapped her fingers around the coin as she stared up at him with a smile.

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Seeing as he took time to look into the crowd around them, though the crowd itself aloof to their position in the little nook. Rur'Adika took the time to admire the coin she had just received. She was thankful for any and all donations and admired each, looking at this one though she was struck with curiosity.

The coin was not one she was familiar with, and she had been to plenty of places to be familiar with most all kinds of currency. It was silver in color, and nearly the size of on of her medium sized loop earrings. When Michael looked back to her she placed it in her purse with the rest of them. Though she had no intent on spending it...not until she knew what it was; asking would be rude though.

"Search away...if you travel far out from these borders, you may find people familiar with it," she stated evenly, not as a means to boast but as honest way of stating her travel was far and wide.

The conversation may have gone further had it not been for the little paper boy announcing his front page article of the day. All of it was rather interesting as a new resident at the moment. Rur'Adika also noticed Michael's interest and attention on the boy, though she never saw his face, though if hadn't been mistaken he may have tensed.

"The article of interest to you Mr. Maues?" she asked calmly.

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