Annalett hesitated for a moment, then spoke shyly.
"Um... your gypsies, right? If so... c-could I join the group?"

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Hearing what Annalet had just said, Rene stopped what he was doing, and looked towards her, almost critically.

"Hmm..we could always use fresh blood around here..but you have to be willing to do your fair share of work around here."

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Annalett bit her lip, and nodded.
"At fairs I can paint people's pictures... like really quickly! And anything is better than going back home..." she trailed off as she touched the tender bruise under her eye...

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"Then welcome to the troupe." Rene said, vaguely waving a hand, before resuming his rousing of the other Gypsies.

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Belle sat by the fire, finished with looking tired and now looking very anxious. She hugged her knees to her chest. "I wish I could draw pictures," she said, looking at Annalett. "I think it must be less tiring than dancing."

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Annalett shrugged, and sat down next to Belle.
"I like it. I have a real talent for it... like... it's kinda hard to explain... I paint something, and it could be hours or months... but eventually what I paint somehow comes true... unless I paint murals, or landscapes or anything..."

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Belle gave a quick smile. "I suppose you'd better be careful what you paint of people then, hadn't you?" she said with a rueful laugh. "Seeing as they're really looking for any reason to have us out of Paris, anyway." She paused and then added nervously, "I do hope nothing - bad - happens today."

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"Now, no talk of bad things!" Rene interjected, hearing the way the conversation between the two girls was turning. "I'm sure everything will be fine today, it is the Midyear's festival, after all..and the peasents can't have Midyear's festival without us Gypsies to entertain them!"

That was the simple truth, but Rene still felt as if he were lying..enough bad things had happened in the past for a feeling of uneasiness to settle over him, deny it as he would if anyone made light of it.

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"Actually... when I paint the future or whatever... I can't control what I paint..." Annalett shook her head, "It's too wierd..."

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Belle subsided at Rene's interjection but still looked anxious. "I suppose we'll have to leave soon?" she asked in a low voice.

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"Yes..if everyone will WAKE UP!" Rene said, shouting the last two words, and waking up the rest of those that were still sleeping. Grumbling met his 'encouragements' to hurry up and get ready to leave..which he pointedly ignored.

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Evelyn had been picking up around the area when she heard Rene shout. Smiling she carrying the bundle of little trinkets they had dropped during their stay and walked towards the dying campfire where the rest of the camp was set up.

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The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Mirielle glared at Rene after he shouted, then helped with the cleaning of the campsite. Once everything was taken care of, she then began helping others with their preparations for parts they were to play in the imminent festival.

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Meanwhile, Therese and Dashiell, who had returned to their own caravan late into the night, began to set up their booths in the square where much of the festivities were to take place. Therese's wagon now had a sign in the shape of a hand the palm facing out hanging over the door signifying that this was a fortune teller's wagon. The inside had been decorated with brightly colored sheets of cloth. Her circular table had been set in the middle with a crystal ball set on it. Her tarot cards were placed in her pocket and she sat in one of the three chairs placed around the table.

Dashiell sat outside the wagon. A silver cup was on the ground in front of him as he played tunes on his flute. It held a coin or two but not many speculators were out this early. A novice from his band was dancing behind him while playing the tambourine. He played the flute loudly and clearing making himself the show and not her. You never knew how ungraceful these newcomers could be.

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Gabriel strode into the campsite, just in time to hear Rene's shout. He had been taking a quick walk, as was often his habit in the morning. He liked to stretch his legs after sleeping.

Lisette was sitting a bit outside the busiest part of the campsite, rubbing her arms with her hands until she warmed up a bit. She was thinking about sticking with the gypsies for awhile longer, especially with the festival. She could use her skills best where there were lots of people jostling against eachother.

Annalett stood there, thinking. Right now she didn't have the supplies to paint pictres, but she had plenty supplies in her old room... but she didn't want to go back...
what to do, what to do... Annalett thought I don't have the mony to buy new supplies, and if I go back, my father might catch me... and his me...
She shivered at the thought of being hit again...

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