Sorry this took so long to get this out but I got stuck on one part and my attention span for it has been waning slightly. Well *please* tell me what you think about it.
Disclaimer: standard one applies
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Smiling, Jasmina pulled back the tent flap and pushed me inside.
I was shaking, no, I was trembling.
I had lost my balance after Jasmina pushed me into the tent, and now I was laying on the floor, next to Dralkon's well worn and dusty brown leather boots. Quickly scrambling to my feet, I straightened my skirt and tried to look presentable.
"Jasmina is stronger than she looks," Draklon said with a chuckle. "Come. Now, now, I wont bite. Come into the light."
Ever so shakily I stepped into the light that was coming off of the surrounding lanterns. I heard him gasp, and I held my breath as he came closer towards me. For some reason I cared what he thought of me. It was probably just the fact that he was a gorgeous male...but it may not have.
As Draklon circled around me I noticed a slight smile on his lips.
"You look attractive. Now come, we should get out there before they start without us." Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back out into the quickly dimming afternoon sky.
The smell of many different foods drifted through the air as women sat next to the fires cooking. Smiling, Draklon tugged at my hand and pulled me over to one of the areas where one of the women was cooking.
"Lovely Isabella, what do you have for me to sample tonight?" he asked a plump woman with silky straight black hair and dark brown eyes.
The woman smiled up at him and then saw our connected hands. Frowning at me she said, "Jeramiah brought me a nice plump rabbit. I'm making stew. You are welcome to it, though *she*...."
"Isabella, we mustn't be rude to Serena here," Draklon warned. "She'll be staying with us for quite some time." He moved next to her, pulling me with him. Letting go of my hand he kneeled next to Isabella. "'Bella...for me."
Huffing she turned away from both of us. "Fine, she can eat with us as well. But don't think that this will happen very often you, you...."
"'Bella," Draklon warned again.
"Fine. Karena, you're welcome to eat with us whenever you like." Isabella's cheeks glowed red.
"Thank you 'Bella," Draklon kissed her hand and then added as almost an after thought, "Oh and 'Bella, it's Serena." Standing, Draklon grabbed two well worn wooden bowls and dipped them into the boiling stew. Moving back next to Isabella he tore off two generous chunks of bread that lay next to her. He handed me one of the bowls and chunks of bread. Leaning over he kissed her on the cheek again, "Thank you dear."
Isabella smiled at him and nodded her head. As I mumbled an expression of gratitude she turned her head sharply and glared. Chuckling, Draklon grabbed my hand and pulled me over to an unoccupied clearing in the trees.
"D-Draklon...that is you name?" I asked stumbling over the unfamiliar name.
"Yes, but please, call me Drake. It is so much easier and more...pleasant to the ears." He smiled and then started at his food.
A slight smile curved upon my lips as I watched him bend his head down to recite a short prayer before attacking his food with, what appeared to be, a ravenous hunger.
Slowly and carefully I dipped my bread into my stew and began eating. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was this unfamiliar flavor about it, but not matter how much I thought about it I couldn't put my finger on it. Finally, I gave up trying to scrutinize the meal and just ate it.
It was delicious. No, it was better than delicious, it was scrumptious, superb, marvelous, and down right mouth-watering.
I did not know, nor did I know care what was in the food to make it taste so....wonderful. I hadn't known that anything could taste so good.
Soon, before I knew it, I had eaten all of my stew.
As I looked up at Drake he smiled at me. "Isabella does make a great stew doesn't she." I nodded and he continued. "She puts something in it to make it taste so good, I don't know what it is though. She refuses to tell anyone. It's such a pity though, some of our girls could not cook a decent meal to save their lives." He sighed and then stood. Grabbing both of our bowls, he threw them into a bucket by a near by tree. "Come, you need to meet everybody. The festivities will soon begin."
I stood. "What festivities?"
"We have something that could be called a party every night. There is song and dance and drink. You will have fun. It is impossible to not have fun when you are with the gypsies!" Drake started dancing around the trees, laughing. I couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Grinning like a mad man, Drake grabbed my hands and continued dancing; then, just all of a sudden he stopped dancing and pulled me over to a group of people gathered around a fire playing a great assortment of instruments.
After Drake whispered something into a very attractive looking fellow's ear he nodded and Drake pulled me away from the group. A few seconds later they started to play a very fast song and I was pulled into a whirl wind of love, passion, laughter, and life. It was called the land of the gypsies.
Disclaimer: standard one applies
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Smiling, Jasmina pulled back the tent flap and pushed me inside.
I was shaking, no, I was trembling.
I had lost my balance after Jasmina pushed me into the tent, and now I was laying on the floor, next to Dralkon's well worn and dusty brown leather boots. Quickly scrambling to my feet, I straightened my skirt and tried to look presentable.
"Jasmina is stronger than she looks," Draklon said with a chuckle. "Come. Now, now, I wont bite. Come into the light."
Ever so shakily I stepped into the light that was coming off of the surrounding lanterns. I heard him gasp, and I held my breath as he came closer towards me. For some reason I cared what he thought of me. It was probably just the fact that he was a gorgeous male...but it may not have.
As Draklon circled around me I noticed a slight smile on his lips.
"You look attractive. Now come, we should get out there before they start without us." Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back out into the quickly dimming afternoon sky.
The smell of many different foods drifted through the air as women sat next to the fires cooking. Smiling, Draklon tugged at my hand and pulled me over to one of the areas where one of the women was cooking.
"Lovely Isabella, what do you have for me to sample tonight?" he asked a plump woman with silky straight black hair and dark brown eyes.
The woman smiled up at him and then saw our connected hands. Frowning at me she said, "Jeramiah brought me a nice plump rabbit. I'm making stew. You are welcome to it, though *she*...."
"Isabella, we mustn't be rude to Serena here," Draklon warned. "She'll be staying with us for quite some time." He moved next to her, pulling me with him. Letting go of my hand he kneeled next to Isabella. "'Bella...for me."
Huffing she turned away from both of us. "Fine, she can eat with us as well. But don't think that this will happen very often you, you...."
"'Bella," Draklon warned again.
"Fine. Karena, you're welcome to eat with us whenever you like." Isabella's cheeks glowed red.
"Thank you 'Bella," Draklon kissed her hand and then added as almost an after thought, "Oh and 'Bella, it's Serena." Standing, Draklon grabbed two well worn wooden bowls and dipped them into the boiling stew. Moving back next to Isabella he tore off two generous chunks of bread that lay next to her. He handed me one of the bowls and chunks of bread. Leaning over he kissed her on the cheek again, "Thank you dear."
Isabella smiled at him and nodded her head. As I mumbled an expression of gratitude she turned her head sharply and glared. Chuckling, Draklon grabbed my hand and pulled me over to an unoccupied clearing in the trees.
"D-Draklon...that is you name?" I asked stumbling over the unfamiliar name.
"Yes, but please, call me Drake. It is so much easier and more...pleasant to the ears." He smiled and then started at his food.
A slight smile curved upon my lips as I watched him bend his head down to recite a short prayer before attacking his food with, what appeared to be, a ravenous hunger.
Slowly and carefully I dipped my bread into my stew and began eating. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was this unfamiliar flavor about it, but not matter how much I thought about it I couldn't put my finger on it. Finally, I gave up trying to scrutinize the meal and just ate it.
It was delicious. No, it was better than delicious, it was scrumptious, superb, marvelous, and down right mouth-watering.
I did not know, nor did I know care what was in the food to make it taste so....wonderful. I hadn't known that anything could taste so good.
Soon, before I knew it, I had eaten all of my stew.
As I looked up at Drake he smiled at me. "Isabella does make a great stew doesn't she." I nodded and he continued. "She puts something in it to make it taste so good, I don't know what it is though. She refuses to tell anyone. It's such a pity though, some of our girls could not cook a decent meal to save their lives." He sighed and then stood. Grabbing both of our bowls, he threw them into a bucket by a near by tree. "Come, you need to meet everybody. The festivities will soon begin."
I stood. "What festivities?"
"We have something that could be called a party every night. There is song and dance and drink. You will have fun. It is impossible to not have fun when you are with the gypsies!" Drake started dancing around the trees, laughing. I couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Grinning like a mad man, Drake grabbed my hands and continued dancing; then, just all of a sudden he stopped dancing and pulled me over to a group of people gathered around a fire playing a great assortment of instruments.
After Drake whispered something into a very attractive looking fellow's ear he nodded and Drake pulled me away from the group. A few seconds later they started to play a very fast song and I was pulled into a whirl wind of love, passion, laughter, and life. It was called the land of the gypsies.