TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
The first impression of the camp was music, a slow, sweet song tinged with sadness, but which sped up and became joyful as one listened. The second, as they small group drew closer, was of apparent chaos. There were a dozen carts drawn into a circle around central fires, on which pots bubbled and simmered. Men and women dressed in wild, colorful clothing circulated, tending the pots or to chores or simply practicing their arts. Violins and guitars and flutes were out, while some worked at fixing leather goods or metal pots. And all through the camp ran children of both sexes and all ages, half-naked and shrieking with laughter. Several looked curiously when Jenny and her family came into view, but the faintly hostile glances turned friendly when they saw Ion. Many people called welcome to him, and several waved.
"My home," Ion said proudly, gesturing around. "My home, and my family. Be welcome, Jenny Sparrow." He flashed her a grin. "You fear you're an outcast? Well, then, you're in good company here. So, for tonight, consider them your family too."
Jack stared around in shock and wonder, then laughed as three boys around his own age ran up. "Hi!" one said. "You and your sister wanna play?"
Anne looked crestfallen. "I... really can't..."
The second boy scoffed. "Sure you can. You've got that neat cart! We can play caravan!"
Anne stared in shock, then looked up at her mother with big eyes. "Can I? Please?" Jack joined in, tugging at her skirts. "Me too, mom! I'll watch her, I promise!"
"My home," Ion said proudly, gesturing around. "My home, and my family. Be welcome, Jenny Sparrow." He flashed her a grin. "You fear you're an outcast? Well, then, you're in good company here. So, for tonight, consider them your family too."
Jack stared around in shock and wonder, then laughed as three boys around his own age ran up. "Hi!" one said. "You and your sister wanna play?"
Anne looked crestfallen. "I... really can't..."
The second boy scoffed. "Sure you can. You've got that neat cart! We can play caravan!"
Anne stared in shock, then looked up at her mother with big eyes. "Can I? Please?" Jack joined in, tugging at her skirts. "Me too, mom! I'll watch her, I promise!"