While I traveled I met a young man. His name is Joran. He has a warm smile and a wonderful laugh. We traveled together for many days and nights. He was very quiet and very soft spoken with me. All tho, he has a very wicked left hook, which I admire greatly.

He swore that he would travel with me, until I found my family or learned what happened to them. We will see if he does or if he changes his mind. He does not understand the dance, nor the ways of the dance. While I tried to explain it to him, I do not think he fully understood. He asked me to teach him and I agreed to at least try. Very few will ever understand. The Dance is in the blood, it is part of being a gypsy.

I've also ran into someone else. Someone I have not seen in a very long time. I grew up watching him. Ari....I remember watching him as a young girl. I followed him around for a short time. He was older and had already left the caravan a few times. So when he returned it always caused a great commotion. He use to follow me around to. *wrinkle* Especially when I did not wish him to. Somehow, he usually saw me trying to sneak out of the caravan and go off on my own. Something I do very often. He would sneak up behind me or just appear out of no where.
Annoying at times, amusing at others. *chuckle*

He has much to tell me yet..We will see if he does or doesnt......

And it all ends here 2 comments

2 Comments:

I hope you find your family.

After all it IS the most precious thing one can have.

By  Retsu, at April 7, 2007 at 6:39 AM  

As do I. That is the turn of the wind and direction of my dance for now.

By  Kalystra, at April 8, 2007 at 3:02 PM  

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