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Clopin had felt like he had been pacing his caravan's wooden floor for so long that the boards must want to crack at any mintue.
Kara had not returned from her visit with Quasimodo the bell ringer of Notre Dame, and he was getting impatient. Clopin's hands were getting sweaty in his black gloved hands and his brow was slick with sweat. Removing his blue hat, he wiped his brow with his shoulder and sat down on a chair sighing heavily.
"Where is she?" he wondered. Had she not promised to teach him how to use a sword? Clopin threw his hat on his bed and decided not to think about it.
Kara couldnt be worth all this energy worrying about her and what she was up to...but it did.
Pulling out his tarot cards, Clopin delt them out and them began to read them in the order in which he flipped them.
The Fool facing upwards: He would be experience a new adventure, pleasure, passion and unlimited possibilities.
Strength facing upwards: Clopin has strength and the desire to help and protect.
Temperance facing upside down: Frustration and impatience was in his life.
The Lovers facing upwards: The beginning of a romance and love.
The Emperor facing upwards: He was going to be either a brother, husband or father.
The Empress facing upwards: Clopin would have a sister, wife, or mother.
The Moon facing upwards: Deception and lies.
The Devil facing upwards: Unexpected loss or failure.
and last The World facing upright: The end result.
He was reading his cards again and again. There were new and interesting changes going to be happening to him, but what shocked him the most was the Emperor and Empress cards, as well as the Lovers. What was this pointing at? Clopin had never wanted a wife due to it would interfer with his work as King of the Gypsies, but by gypsy law if he was king he SHOULD be married. He looked at the cards and left them at the table. Clopin grabbed his hat and decided to go and find that damn Kara where ever she was, and when he found her, he was going to give her a piece of his mind.
As he slammed his door close, the Empress and Emperor touched...
Kara wandered her way back down Notre Dames wooden stairs, stone floors and back out into the mid day warmth of Paris. She loved to be outside and not cramped behind stone walls feeling as if there was no way out. Looking for a good spot to dance, Kara noticed a couple of gypsy players making music. They would be useful to her.
Walking over to them, Kara asked them, "Hey there, would you like to make a little more money? Play this beat for me." Kara hummed a tune for them which sounded like it came from over the seas. The young man playing a flute nodded his head and motioned for his other players to follow her beat.
Standing in her black flat shoes, Kara waited for them to play a couple of beats before she pulled out a deep red scarf which she had hidden in her corset and began to dance with it. She moved to the up beat song and danced with the red scarf as if it were a lover or a dear friend. Her arms were like birds wings as she moved them through the air; her feet sturdy and light as if she were flying. Kara's eyes sparkled as she danced freeing herself from the tension and worry that she had for many days.
Quasimodo watched as it looked like a sparrow was dancing, not a human that was before him. His eyes sparkled as he sighed and placed his head in his hands and rested his elbows on the edge of Notre Dame looking into the square. He clapped lightly and wanted to call to her, but he kept it inside. However, Quasimodo was not alone in this special moment. Frollo snuck within the shadows of the rafters and hid behind one of Notre Dame's tall, grey pillars and was not at all prepared for the sight that he saw. It was a goddess; a nymph; a fairy...it was beautiful. Her dance sent unholy shivers down Claudes spine that he grabbed onto the pillar to hold himself upright.
His body responded to her movements...damnation! This was the devils spawn come to taunt and lurn him away! Yet he wanted to know at that moment if even for a moment what wordly and body pleasures felt like...Frollo bit his lip and cursed his weakness, but through it all he could not look away...
Clopin looked back at the bar which they were at the other day and did not find her there. Frustration was right by the cards prediction! He walked along the riverbank,
past the graveyard and still nothing, so he went to where she said she would be for a few minutes. Clopin walked to Notre Dame, but before he could even place his purple shoe on the steps, music and laughter came from a small corner where he had some of his gypsy friends go and perform for money. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked over to the area where red seemed to mesh together with the form of a woman.
Kara was dancing in her own world with such passion that she failed to see Clopin staring in awe. She looked at her scarf like a lover and unfolded it to look through it when Clopins face came into view through the thin fabric. Caught off guard, she stopped abruptly and stared back at him. What was his problem? He looked as if he was going to faint!
Taking a bow she retrieved the money which now over flowed a wooden box which the gypsy players had and walked over to Clopin.
"Here I think I earned enough for three days worth of food." Kara said handing him the box and walked off.
"Wait a mintue!" Clopin called over her throwing the box into the arms of the flute playing gypsy and took off after her. Kara looked around behind her and stopped so that he could catch up.
"What did I do now?" she asked rolling back up her scarf and tucking it back into her corset.
Regaining his composure, Clopin put back on his sarcastic attitude and repiled to Kara, "You owe me sword lessons."
Kara gave him a raised eyebrow and said, "No I dont. I think I would recall telling you that."
"No you promised." he insisted. "Last night when you were...shall we say drunk, you said that you would properly teach me how to weild a sword."
She placed a finger to her temple and thought, "Oh yes thats right...well come on then I dont have all day."
With that Clopin offered his arm and Kara took it. Clopin was beaming inside while Kara wanted nothing more than to go off on her own, but since she promised Clopin, she would do it.
Everything seemed pleasant and calm...but the war brewing inside Frollo's core as he watched her walk off with the gypsy vermin called Clopin, dark rain clouds began to form not only in his soul, but outside as well.
