"Welcome to Paris!", her father, Irobin, said.
The old brown horse pulled the wood caravan into the city. Adeena looked around anxiously and wished she could just see everything at once. Although her family traveled, they had never exactly been to a city- not to settle down in. It occurred to Adeena that this was going to be her new home. She looked around skeptically- there was hardly an inch of nature to be seen. Not one. Just what seemed to be miles upon miles of little wood shops and homes, all side by side with the only space being the roads and sidewalks. This was strange, the wagon was being pulled over cobblestones instead of the soft green grass of the country side.
She looked around at her sisters. Her little sister, Avalin, had the widest smile ever on her tan little face and her light brown hair seemed to mirror her excitement as it flew all over the place. She seemed different. No, she was not wearing different clothes. The same old blue blouse, with the orange-red vest and blue washed-out skirt. It seemed to be her light blue eyes that darted from place to place; person to person.