I ducked into the tent the coolness hitting my face. I had sensed
their shock when they saw Guinevere (A/N Guinevere =Her cat). I set
Lancelot's (A/N Lancelot=her Raven) cage on a table Truska had set out
for me. I gazed around the tent. There was a screened area in a corner
for dressing. Trunks were stacked up around the tent. The beds were on
either side, a trunk at each end. I grinned at Truska. She had always
been one of my closest friends. We met in the Underground a few years
ago. I set my rucksack on the trunk at the end of my bed. I opened
Lance's cage telling him to behave himself. He looked at me with his
golden eye and black eye telling me that he always behaved himself.
I just rolled my eyes. Lying on my bed were some new clothes. A lovely
skirt, corset and blouse. Truska told me there was more in the trunk for
me to keep. She knew I was never good with needle and thread and that I
was always in need of proper attire. Going behind the screen I put the
clothes on and combed out my hair, tying a scarf into it. When I looked
into a mirror I looked like a gypsy. I grinned at her. It was perfect.