The two men sat and talked, while Damara continued to sleep. Clopin explained the payment for living in the Court of Miracles. As long as Damara and Gillie could put bread on the table for their brethren, they were welcome within the Court's walls. Gillie listened carefully, making sure that his fellow gypsy was keeping his word, watching for any hint of a lie within the Puppet Master's eyes. He could find now falsehood in the coal black eyes. Clopin fell silent, watching the boy. "I assume we have an accord?"

Gillie gave his sister another glance and nodded, extending his hand to shake Clopin's. Clopin shook heartily, a jester's smile showing a chip in one of his teeth. "Well, we better go, or the others will worry."

Before Gillie could stop him, Clopin placed his hand on Damara's shoulder and shook it slightly. Her sleeping form jumped and a knife was in her hands within mere seconds. Clopin leapt back, grabbing Damara's wrist in the process, trying to relieve her of the weapon. Gillie stood and took Damara's face gently in his hands ignoring her continues struggling, pressing their foreheads together. "Sister, it's ok, you're safe. No pain, no danger."

The words spoken to the gypsy girl calmed her, and she fell limp in Clopin's grip. Seeing that she was calm, Clopin let go. The little phoenix was rather jumpy, he thought. He watched as Damara returned her knife to the sheath around her thigh. Slowly she spared Clopin a glance, and then looked down in shame. Gillie looked upon her with pity. Damara had a habit of not knowing where she was after the first few seconds of waking up even as a child. This had not been a problem in her early childhood that is until they started living on the streets. Despite the fact that it caused her to be dangerous, it was a good defense if anyone tried to hurt Damara while she slept.

Clopin sat off to the side while Gillie relayed their former deal to his sister. Damara listened intently, sometimes eyeing Clopin, as if to satisfy her own uncertainties about the stranger. Clopin took notice of the siblings' eye color. Both of them shared the same gray eyes; except for the flecks of color that decorated their irises. Damara had shards of soft jade in her eyes, while her brother had azure speckles in his. Despite that, both shared many physical features, making it very obvious that they were brother and sister. They could have been twins if it weren't for the palpable age difference.

Once again not even a word passed Damara's lips. Clopin was becoming even more curious, when he had ran into her the first time. She spoke normally, but now, it was as if she was some sort of mute. He watched as Gillie took her hands and smiled at her, asking for her to agree to the proposition of the Puppet Master. Giving Clopin one last look over, she turned, squeezed her brother's hands and nodded. Gillie hugged his sister and looked at Clopin, giving him a nod. Standing, Clopin smiled. "Well then we should be going!"

The trio managed to make it through the city without much trouble. Clopin forged ahead, sometimes looking back to make sure the siblings were following. He felt his eyebrows rise when the glint of a knife caught his eye. Damara held out the blade, her eyes shifting quickly and yet somehow calmly. Her brother however, held no weapon; he did however keep a careful eye on Clopin. He wondered if the girl had the knife out because she expected guards to jump out and snatch her, or did she simply not trust him. Clopin's eyebrows knitted slightly, why did this girl talk so rarely in the presence of her brother?

After they had reached the graveyard, Clopin fell back to join the others. "Gillie, I need you to scout ahead to make sure we do not run into any dangers."

Gillie seemed resistant, but after Damara gave him quick look, he took her knife and went on ahead. Turning the girl spoke, her voice rough from its lack of use. "Do you want something from me?"

Clopin blinked, but nodded. "You avoid talking when around your brother. Why is that?"

Damara looked up ahead and then back at Clopin. "I don't understand why you want to know something that does not affect you in anyway. My choosing to not talk when in the company of my brother is none of your affair."

Clopin's lips parted, and he chuckled. "When you do speak, you do so a lot."

To his surprise the little phoenix smiled. It lit up her features slightly, but it left just as quickly as it had come. "I do so, so that you will leave this subject alone. It is rude to pry into the business of strangers."

Shrugging Clopin replied without missing a beat. "I'm a gypsy after all. What need do I have of manners?"

Another smile appeared "So that you don't run risk of having a stranger beat you for prying into their personal concerns."