Part 2
She hated this but there was no choice in the matter. She could not very well stay put in one place could she, nope she could not. So traveling was the only option open to her but oh.....how she hated it sometimes. Like for example now when it was pouring cats and dogs and she was wet through to the bone, as well as cold. She muttered some quite horrible curses that a girl her age should not know let alone speak. But she never did lesson her pace or stop. She walked on scowling at the path before her which was no path at all really.
Before she knew it, it was dark. Shadows flittered from tree to tree on her path. She did not flinch or cry out in fear. She growled threateningly and walked on. Her eyes could see perfectly in the night. It was always so with her ever sense she was little. And she was not going to think about why she was the way she was. It would not change anything. She shrugged her slim small shoulders but never stopped walking.
Days passes with no one bothering her on her journey. The forest with all its huge and thick trees concealed her. It was actually peaceful here she thought one sunshine filled day. The dark green bushes at that moment on her right began to shake. The girl stilled and turned her head to look. Two small grey balls of fur tumbled out through the leaves. She laughed at the wolf pups, enjoying their play as much as they where. She wanted to join in the fun but knew she could not. Their mother must be near and would not be thrilled at the presence of a stranger when she saw one. The girl gave a wistful sigh and kept walking. The pups followed her and though she tried to shoo them away they did not once budge anywhere else other then the path she was on. She gave up the struggle out of sheer exasperation with them. Then she tried to loose them by running and hiding. This in the end finally worked but the path under her feet had disappeared too. Whatever would happen would happen, she grumbled to herself.
The sun hid itself behind the mountains and hills far away on the horizon. The moon appeared smiling down on the small camp. There was laughter and singing. Children ran some naked others clothed in their play, their mothers always watchful. The girl silently made her way towards the noise. She peered through two dense green black bushes and watched the gypsies. There was nothing else these people could be but gypsies with their bright clothes and wild colored wagons. She observed them silently in the night.
"Who is it? An enemy? No, no Ursula just a child an old but wise voice replied. "Oh, well then...Ursula's voice died with nothing more to say. "Leave it to me. Now dance and off to bed with you younglings" that old voice whispered in the dark with a touch of humor.
The girl hiding behind the trees heard nothing. She watched as a young woman stood up from the group of women sitting on the right near a blue and yellow wagon with fish painted leaping in the air. The gypsy was young maybe in her early 20's. She was strong too but all gypsies worked for their living, thus none where really weak in body. The woman walked to the middle of the camp where the fire blazed red, yellow and orange in color. The gypsy stopped and turned towards her people, her back towards the forest. She swished her yellow red skirts and placed her hands slightly in the air. The wind ruffled her curly red locks. A hush came over the camp. Then slowly softly the music began to fly. Violin, lute, drum and other instruments wove themselves into one another. The woman danced as wild as an animal and as free. Her body swayed and pulsed to the beat of the song.
Behind the bushes the young girl watched spellbound. Her eyes following the shadow of the dancer and the movements of the gypsy herself. This was beauty rarely witnessed by humans. She grinned at being so very lucky. And watched as well as listened hungrily for more. Nothing else existed then but the dance and the song. Even the animals quietly made their way to the camp site. Others observed from above, some in trees and some in the sky.
Before she knew it the sun had run off the moon and taken its place. The girl blinked her eyes rapidly and rubbed them with her small fisted hands. The occupants of the camp had finished packing and set off on their way. She sighed sadly at the loss. But smiled at the memory from the previous night.
She hated this but there was no choice in the matter. She could not very well stay put in one place could she, nope she could not. So traveling was the only option open to her but oh.....how she hated it sometimes. Like for example now when it was pouring cats and dogs and she was wet through to the bone, as well as cold. She muttered some quite horrible curses that a girl her age should not know let alone speak. But she never did lesson her pace or stop. She walked on scowling at the path before her which was no path at all really.
Before she knew it, it was dark. Shadows flittered from tree to tree on her path. She did not flinch or cry out in fear. She growled threateningly and walked on. Her eyes could see perfectly in the night. It was always so with her ever sense she was little. And she was not going to think about why she was the way she was. It would not change anything. She shrugged her slim small shoulders but never stopped walking.
Days passes with no one bothering her on her journey. The forest with all its huge and thick trees concealed her. It was actually peaceful here she thought one sunshine filled day. The dark green bushes at that moment on her right began to shake. The girl stilled and turned her head to look. Two small grey balls of fur tumbled out through the leaves. She laughed at the wolf pups, enjoying their play as much as they where. She wanted to join in the fun but knew she could not. Their mother must be near and would not be thrilled at the presence of a stranger when she saw one. The girl gave a wistful sigh and kept walking. The pups followed her and though she tried to shoo them away they did not once budge anywhere else other then the path she was on. She gave up the struggle out of sheer exasperation with them. Then she tried to loose them by running and hiding. This in the end finally worked but the path under her feet had disappeared too. Whatever would happen would happen, she grumbled to herself.
The sun hid itself behind the mountains and hills far away on the horizon. The moon appeared smiling down on the small camp. There was laughter and singing. Children ran some naked others clothed in their play, their mothers always watchful. The girl silently made her way towards the noise. She peered through two dense green black bushes and watched the gypsies. There was nothing else these people could be but gypsies with their bright clothes and wild colored wagons. She observed them silently in the night.
"Who is it? An enemy? No, no Ursula just a child an old but wise voice replied. "Oh, well then...Ursula's voice died with nothing more to say. "Leave it to me. Now dance and off to bed with you younglings" that old voice whispered in the dark with a touch of humor.
The girl hiding behind the trees heard nothing. She watched as a young woman stood up from the group of women sitting on the right near a blue and yellow wagon with fish painted leaping in the air. The gypsy was young maybe in her early 20's. She was strong too but all gypsies worked for their living, thus none where really weak in body. The woman walked to the middle of the camp where the fire blazed red, yellow and orange in color. The gypsy stopped and turned towards her people, her back towards the forest. She swished her yellow red skirts and placed her hands slightly in the air. The wind ruffled her curly red locks. A hush came over the camp. Then slowly softly the music began to fly. Violin, lute, drum and other instruments wove themselves into one another. The woman danced as wild as an animal and as free. Her body swayed and pulsed to the beat of the song.
Behind the bushes the young girl watched spellbound. Her eyes following the shadow of the dancer and the movements of the gypsy herself. This was beauty rarely witnessed by humans. She grinned at being so very lucky. And watched as well as listened hungrily for more. Nothing else existed then but the dance and the song. Even the animals quietly made their way to the camp site. Others observed from above, some in trees and some in the sky.
Before she knew it the sun had run off the moon and taken its place. The girl blinked her eyes rapidly and rubbed them with her small fisted hands. The occupants of the camp had finished packing and set off on their way. She sighed sadly at the loss. But smiled at the memory from the previous night.