He ran till he came to the farmer's pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therin
He said "A couple o'you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple o'you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o"
Cana Alberona was a wanderer by nature. Her mother had always said that she got that from her father, but sometimes the younger girl wondered if Cornelia's lifestyle helped out in that regard. After all, they were always moving, never staying in one place for that long before packing up and making their way off to the next town. It was all she knew, traveling from place to place, never staying for more than a month at a time.
It didn't help how people treated them, she had learned quickly after her mother's death, when she had to start pulling her own weight around the camp. Thankfully, she had her mother's gift with fortunetelling, so the brunette had something to bring to their entertainments without encroaching on someone else's territory. People were possessive like that, she noticed. As she grew, her easy smile and tendency for drinking like a man made her popular enough, so she managed to keep her place safe enough.
Everyone wanted to help the young orphan, after all.
Magnolia was always the place Cana loved the most, however. There she could see the man her mother had described as her father, the town wanderer himself. Gildarts Clive. Part of her wanted to tell him of who she was, but she held back each time they met. After all, he was well respected within the town, and she was nothing to most of the people. So instead she just watched whenever they were in town at the same time, a tankard of ale in her hand.
Of course, he wasn't the only person she noticed. The mayor's grandson, a large blond male with the name of Laxus seemed to show up often enough wherever she was, something Cana liked to tease him about. Not that she was complaining, though. He made her laugh, really laugh, in a way that few were capable of doing since Cornelia's death. For that, she was grateful.
And for that she refused to read his cards. No, she would not allow herself to be burdened with how he was going to die, something she risked with each reading. It was a stressful occupation, something few understood, but Cana had the blood for it, so she would do it. Alcohol helped, at least, so she drank heavily, ignoring the worried glances from others. All the secrets, they overwhelmed at times.
She cried at times.
He couldn't find out of this. She wouldn't let him.
AN: Yep, here's chapter two! It's AU day for Laxana week, so I thought I'd get this up for it~ Other than that, reviews are lovely? Yesplz.
