Twilight is not mine.
Here we go again... I thought this chapter wasn't going to be up...bc of ff... but here we go!
Enjoy
Chapter 24
I was well aware of the murmurings around our tribe.
I was looked at differently. Not just because of my unique taking of knoledge and my looks.
By the age of 3, I could read and write perfectly.
By the age of 10, I could strum the guitar as well as my father.
And by the age of 16, I was attracting several looks from people outside our family that where not welcome.
You see… we where a very private and closed off group.
We went from city to city and town to town, offering a show, for money.
We never strayed or mingled with the outsiders. Our blood was pure in our family because none of our members ever married outside our tribe well there where the exceptions but still it was well knowned that we did not look outside the tribe for anything.
Most of out young where already promised to someone.
But I was never promised to anyone. My parents didn't seam to want that for me. I was free to find my own way.
There where no unwed females, at leased none of my age, so I didn't have a chance to even be interested in anyone. So I was attractive to the outsiders since I was the only gypsy unattached.
I wore the marks in my clothing of a young unwed man; there was no cuff on my wrist signaling a wife or a lover.
My status as part of the most successful act in our show, and the fact that I was single was the attraction that kept the outsiders flocking to our shows.
We even had a following.
We where announced even before we got to the city. They waited for us to settle and then they would flock to our campsites to ask about our showings and even ask our fortuneteller women for advice.
The prepared candles for love, money and health where big sellers, the love potions and the reading of tea leaves, as well as the reading of the palms and the tarot cards where always what broad in the money, before the shows.
I looked upon the faces of the people who soughed after these kinds of advice and was curious to know what they thought would happen if they really knew.
I would practice during the day with the other men, and sometimes walk along the streets, with the others sightseeing and enticing the outsiders to come and see our shows.
But there was always a feeling I had inside.
Every time I would walk along a new city or town I felt like I was searching more then just looking over the new place.
Until that fateful afternoon when I came upon a small boutique. I felt the urge to go inside. The window dressing showed a display of sculptures all depicting nudes of women. But inside I could see the red and black of a large canvas.
So yeah, what do you think?