Damara sat against the wall of a tunnel, staring at the murky water, the skulls that littered the walls looking to be laughing at her. She just needed to get away, after blurting out something she had intended to take to her grave. Damara was so angry at herself, it hadn't taken much too even say it, it just came out of nowhere, and there was no retrieving it. Thankfully only one person had heard her confession.

Thinking for a second, Damara leaned forward to look at her reflection in the water. All she could see was a girl with plain grey eyes, plain hair, and hideous scars on several parts of her body. Picking up a rock, she dropped into onto her likeness, watching it ripple away.

The next morning, Damara rose before the sun, though she didn't know that she had, she hadn't seen said burning orb for almost a month. She was on edge, and excited. More than ready to feel her freedom again, though the thought of having Clopin coming with her was a bit of a damper on her happiness. It was almost as if he was put into existence for the one purpose of making hers almost unbearable.

Smiling, Damara tucked her fans into the fold her belt, along with a small book of matches. Strapping a worn of pair of sandals to her feet, Damara got off the floor and left the tent quietly, doing her best to avoid waking Esme. Who was still fast asleep, her goat wrapped in her arms.

Damara wasn't the only one awake this early, despite the quiet, gypsies moved about in silence, some of them preparing breakfast and others, like Damara readying themselves for a day on the streets of Paris. Despite her usual nature, Damara was grinning ear to ear. People greeted her as she passed by them, her eyes searching for Clopin, not that she wanted to find him.

Feeling a pair of hands rest on her shoulders, she felt warm breath against her ear. Damara jumped, but the hands held her in place. "Looking for someone chere?"

Grumbling she pulled away from the embrace "Took you long enough."

Clopin smiled his coal black eyes mischievous. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stated. "I see someone is eager for fresh air."

Looking at the tunnel that led to the exit, Damara replied. "You'd be the same way if you were me, gypsies don't do well inside stone walls."

This made Clopin laugh. "Quite ironic seeing that we live inside them."

She shrugged, still starring intently at the exit, desperate to get out. Chuckling, Clopin took her hand in his, Damara's head snapped around, her eyes drilling into his. He didn't relinquish his hold. "Shall we then?"

A smile jumped in to replace the thin line that Damara's lips had formed. She nodded enthusiastically. Clopin gripped her hand tightly. "We'll be the first out; the others will follow us later, so as to not attract attention."

Damara nodded, letting Clopin lead her into the darkness. It seemed like forever before they reached the tomb door. Despite Clopin's insistence on letting him lift the door open, she helped him. Stating that his "pathetic stick arms were weaker than hers," with a bit of huffing and puffing they managed to lift the slate up and off the tomb entrance.

Clopin stuck his head out; it was still slightly dark outside, the sun still having not risen just yet. He looked around; making sure that the graveyard had no unexpected guests. Smiling he looked down at the ever impatient Damara. Grabbing her hand he almost threw her out into the world.

Taking in a deep breath of air, Damara exhaled, reveling in the scent of grass and mud. Noticing a small sliver of sun peaking its way over the horizon, she eyed it, waiting. Slowly, very slowly the sun, the glorious sun breached the horizon, nearly blinding her shadow accustomed eyes. Damara continued to smile, watching as the sun began to dominate the sky.

Clopin looked up from sliding the door closed on the tomb. Damara stood not too far off; she was acting so different from her usual temperament. Ever since she woke up, she had been almost nothing but smiles.

The sun threw her into another light. Damara was no longer gaunt and undernourished. She looked healthy and happy. Drawing closer, Clopin caught himself looking at her eyes. They were glowing and alive, the green shards looking as if they were cuts of precious jade. Noticing Clopin's stare, Damara looked at him. She smiled weakly. Looking down at her feet, she mumbled. "Thank you."

Clopin smirked, putting an arm around her waist, leading her out of the graveyard. He had no idea what she was thanking him for, but he was happy he had done something right by her. If being out made her this happy, he made a mental note to bring outside every day.