06-30-2004, 12:43 AM
"Then we are very much alike, My Lady." Tatyana inclined her head towards Milla.
"For I too enjoy hearing tales unlike my own. I fear most of my own tales have sad and tragic endings. Life as a gypsy is not the easiest. We move from place to place, never really accepted no matter where we are. Tis rather sad." Looking over her shoulder for a moment after Matthias, a worried frown marred her brow.
"I wonder where he's gotten himself off to now." she muttered before turning back towards the group. Unslinging the bow and quiver from her back, she stretched her arms over her head and let her muscles relax as they dropped to her side again.
"But, if we grow tired of tales, there's always music and dancing." her golden eyes twinkled just a bit at the thought.
"For I too enjoy hearing tales unlike my own. I fear most of my own tales have sad and tragic endings. Life as a gypsy is not the easiest. We move from place to place, never really accepted no matter where we are. Tis rather sad." Looking over her shoulder for a moment after Matthias, a worried frown marred her brow.
"I wonder where he's gotten himself off to now." she muttered before turning back towards the group. Unslinging the bow and quiver from her back, she stretched her arms over her head and let her muscles relax as they dropped to her side again.
"But, if we grow tired of tales, there's always music and dancing." her golden eyes twinkled just a bit at the thought.
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