"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.
Her older sister,Bevembra, was clearly not amused and she looked like an altogether new person. Bevembra had never been a very virtuous girl, not since her 16th birthday, but her red blouse seemed to fall more off her shoulders and her skirt seemed even shorter than before. Adeena couldn't wrap her head around why Bevembra would want to look like that. The family business was to dance for money but, Bevembra didn't get coins thrown at her for her dancing skill; that was for sure. But the blonde hair and dark blue eyes remained with her straight angular face, and reminded her of days when she was a little happier than she was now.
Adeena, well, Adeena was all the same.She had her fathers very fair skin that she tried so very hard to not get burned. Her hair fell down to her waist in gentle, dark brown waves.Bangs fell straight down atop her forehead and were graduated to frame her face.A white scarf was tightly folded, wrapped around her head, and tied underneath her hair to manage it, fore it was the best she could do. Her eyes were a bright olive green surrounded by an array of dark eyelashes that framed most of her eyes. Her nose was small, but straight and angular, perfectly adjacent to her defined cheekbones that accented her eyes. Her lips were altogether quite pale, less red than Bevembra's and less peachy than Avalin's. But nevertheless, a very pale shade of pink. Being only 15, her body frame was small and delicate but she knew she could defend herself if necessary. A tight-sleeved white blouse covered Adeena's chest and arms and around her waist was a brown lace-up corset belt. Out of that belt came a beautiful 25-yard black cotton skirt. Adeena rarely wore shoes, but if she needed them, she had a pair of black boots stored in the lovely caravan. The most important part of her attire was her pendant that hung around her neck; bronze jewelry frame, large topaz gem, all strung around her fragile neck with a simple strand of string.
At a certain point, her family was in a tent-city in England for sanctuary from gypsy discrimination. Before this tent-city could be ambushed, her uncle had made her this pendant. In the invasion, he was lost. She kept that pendant of a reminder that gypsies are human also, and to never settle for being treated as anything less than human.
As the caravan made it's way through Paris, her mother called out to her three little girls "It's 1654! It's a new year, and it's time for a new change. Shall we find where we are going to settle?"
(To be continued...)
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.
Her older sister,Bevembra, was clearly not amused and she looked like an altogether new person. Bevembra had never been a very virtuous girl, not since her 16th birthday, but her red blouse seemed to fall more off her shoulders and her skirt seemed even shorter than before. Adeena couldn't wrap her head around why Bevembra would want to look like that. The family business was to dance for money but, Bevembra didn't get coins thrown at her for her dancing skill; that was for sure. But the blonde hair and dark blue eyes remained with her straight angular face, and reminded her of days when she was a little happier than she was now.
Adeena, well, Adeena was all the same.She had her fathers very fair skin that she tried so very hard to not get burned. Her hair fell down to her waist in gentle, dark brown waves.Bangs fell straight down atop her forehead and were graduated to frame her face.A white scarf was tightly folded, wrapped around her head, and tied underneath her hair to manage it, fore it was the best she could do. Her eyes were a bright olive green surrounded by an array of dark eyelashes that framed most of her eyes. Her nose was small, but straight and angular, perfectly adjacent to her defined cheekbones that accented her eyes. Her lips were altogether quite pale, less red than Bevembra's and less peachy than Avalin's. But nevertheless, a very pale shade of pink. Being only 15, her body frame was small and delicate but she knew she could defend herself if necessary. A tight-sleeved white blouse covered Adeena's chest and arms and around her waist was a brown lace-up corset belt. Out of that belt came a beautiful 25-yard black cotton skirt. Adeena rarely wore shoes, but if she needed them, she had a pair of black boots stored in the lovely caravan. The most important part of her attire was her pendant that hung around her neck; bronze jewelry frame, large topaz gem, all strung around her fragile neck with a simple strand of string.
At a certain point, her family was in a tent-city in England for sanctuary from gypsy discrimination. Before this tent-city could be ambushed, her uncle had made her this pendant. In the invasion, he was lost. She kept that pendant of a reminder that gypsies are human also, and to never settle for being treated as anything less than human.
As the caravan made it's way through Paris, her mother called out to her three little girls "It's 1654! It's a new year, and it's time for a new change. Shall we find where we are going to settle?"
(To be continued...)
