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Post 1 - Header and wagon order
Post 2 - "You are Here"
Post 3 - The cart and the animals
Post 4 - Who lives here: Altaira and her Son from the Flint-Deer
Post 5 - The Banya cage
Post 6 - Notable posessions

Altaira Grace Roza

Name meaning: "The Flyer" or "Little Bird", female form of Altair, the name of the brightest star in the constellation Aquila. Grace simply means 'grace'. Surname - variation of Rose.
Age: Late teens but unsure of exact age. Often seems younger than she probably is due to being so shy.
Looks: Black-brown hair, skin that's paler in winter than in summer and light, pale grey eyes. Not an obvious 'beauty' but pretty in her own way and curvy in a way some would consider chubby. Bit of a short arse.
Effects: Three simple outfits, all practical, the fanciest one simular to in the image above - the other two are one colour full length dresses with a scarf and a belt or two slung on 'round her waist. Al likes her belts. Carries a dagger, small pouch of coins and a small trinket with her, and always wears her bloodstone bird that she was given not long after she joined the wagon.
Character: Practical, sure and strongwilled, she can handle herself well except....she's very very very timid at times - she knows the names of eveyrone in the wagon and has probably had small encounters during the gypsies day to day movements with most, but they aren't even worth mentioning. The leaders and Heather are exceptions to this. Being a mother to Sindri is slowly bringing Altaira out of her shell, however.
History: Mulden born, though she doesn't practise the religion and was quite happy to leave her homey life there with her gypsy grandmother Hurama. It's under the kindly old woman's guidence Altaira has followed her families roots back to the gypsy lifesytle, when life in Mulden got too much for the both of them. Sadly, Hurama had passed away before Altaira joined the other wagons. This may be one of the reasons the once wild Altaira is so shy now.
Skills: Domestic - can cook, clean and wash for herself well enough. Growing up in Mulden, she learnt a bit about agriculture and farming, and since an uncle on her fathers side bred horses and mules, she can handle Dan and Pearl well too. Reads cards for herself, but not with a true fortune tellers touch. Picked up a few things about herbs. Can't sing but remembers lays she's heard and stories, as well as writing them all down. Bit of a Jill-of-all-trades.

Sindri Arthmael Roza

Name meaning: "Small", "Shining" or "Spark" - Sindri was a maker of magical items, used by the gods, in Norse legand. Arthmael means "Stone Prince". Altaira has given him her last name, to show she truely thinks of him as a son.
Age: Unknown time was spent as a flint - clawed and shaped like a deer, one of his natural prey - and despite the transformation being not so long ago, he appears to be a mature cat. Though sometimes kittenish in his mischief making.
Looks: Sandy furred, barred with darker brown. Golden eyes. Looks like a normal member of his species, if far too intelligent.
Effects: None. Even shares Altaira's bed most of the time and refuses to have his own - the warmth is nice. Likes to play with the rose stoen bird pendant.
Character: In a word? 'Impish'. Altaira even calls him so (Schwibzik!) affectionatly when he's causing trouble. He likes to tease poor Dan though they go along well enough that he's napped beside the old mule. We think that he's not truely mean spirited, just lively and playful. Only serious when hunting or when Kala is nearby. Such affection and loyalty is confusing in a cat and in a Fire fortunette at that. Could it be a kitten-like phrase he's going through, or does he truely was to shine...? Who knows.
History:The life Sindri is living now is the only one he knows. Some connection was formed with his mother was a flint, but that's all. So far, he's followed her example and kept close to Windwheels, though he's slowly drawing her out with his own curiousity of the other gypsies and Fortunettes. Notabley, he's met the leaders and Heather - unfortantely not Amkia - and has met Kala more than once. The pair of cats don't get on well, because Sindri sees her obvious weight and size advantages and dismisses them; they are both cats, hunters, and so he damands the same respect as and from her. Lets just say Kala didn't agree...
Skills:Can hunt for himself and often brings back rabbits and other small game for his mothers pot too. Has yet to feel hungry enough to be driven to take larger prey, but he's confident he could, he was a flint deer afterall.

(Doll from Doll on the Hill Factory)

Items - "Treasures we hold dear~"

Rose-stone Bird
"And finally," Valelldia said, calling forth Altaira. "This is for you. A rose-stone bird. You can wear it about your neck, or keep it with you close- for some days, when you come into your magic- or your child comes into their magic, you will be able to summon magical creatures to your aid. You are strong, and yet- I sense a fragility in you. This will give you power over both- your strength... and your vulnerabilities."
Mysterious, no? This item has quickly become loved by both Altaira, who wears it, and Sindri, who loves to bat at it with his paws - or even, let it be hung around his next (where no ribbon will -ever- be allowed!).





Gift eggs
Given to Al as gifts, these are ither unhatched or very clever mimics of banya eggs - she's not sure which. Both are pretty and are being kept - though out of Lochan's sight. He doesn't like them as much.

(Thankyou!!)


This mysterious mask will be coming to us through RP ; )

Lochan hadn't had a good day. By his nature, he was both loyal and ill-tempered, and easy to find his feathers in a ruffle. Besides which, he could never decide whether the temperature was far too cool, or far too hot- his mixed parentage made him constantly ill-at-ease. So it was no wonder that he caught the nastiest kernel he could find on the wind.

The little prince
Overthroned by the steps
Of a Beast of Burden
If caution's not taken

Rserved

~RP~

Lochan's squarks of indignation rang out from his corner of Wind Wheels, causing Altaira to abandon the meat and vegtable she was cutting ready for her evening meal. As she went to see what was wrong with the poor bird, the bobcat Sindri struck, stealing away a few large chunks of meat.

"Impatient little /imp/!" Alt sighed and settled down. She loved her son, but he was a pain, sometimes. Knocking over Lochan's avairy just to get a snack before dinner...

At the knock on the wood work, with the bobcat tucked under one arm, Alt clambered over the driving bench and drew back the curtain that served as Wind Wheels door. She offered a small smile. "Hullo Heather....Kala."

Kala. Golden eyes narrowed a fraction. Note the soft scent markers - this is /my/ family wagon. Well, cart.