It was a day like any other as the traveling gypsies finally made it over the mountain side just after the sun had broken away from the horizon. While the mountain path was not steep it was winding, and they were all glad to be off of the mountain. Two older women sat on wagon pulled by a large mule named Ker who silently trucked along as the older women busied themselves weaving bracelets. There were also three younger, pretty young women who walked along with the wagon instead of riding so Ker would not tire. Among the younger girls was Azalea, the second youngest of the whole mix-match family. Keza was the oldest of the three dancers, and Papina the youngest. The two older women were named Natalina and Vorza. Azalea breathed deeply as the wind picked up and brushed fresh air gently into her lungs, and a smile grew across her face. Today would be a good day, she had a good feeling! The five nomads made their way to the city, smiling and waving to people as they made their way to the market where they could set up shop. The sun was high in the sky when they finished setting up their wagon where Vorza would sit and sell their handcrafted items and potions. Natalina would then take the girls through the market and buy groceries and let them try on clothes or buy a small souvenir. Azalea eyed a gorgeous necklace with a phoenix design. "Oh, Papina, look how lovely!" Azalea called to her sister, who seemed absent when Azalea looked up. Her hazel eyes scanned the crowd and she found her sister across the way flirting with some man. Azalea scuffed, but smiled, this was typical Papina activity. Keza was the one who walked around like she was too good for everyone, her nose in a book whenever she could or making spells if she wasn't dancing. After the customary rounds of the marketplace the gypsies made their way back to the wagon with foods but no souvenirs, the ingredients Vorza needed were too expensive for the girls to get anything. "Okay, ladies, it is time to dance." Natalina announced. It was then that the girls changed into their dancing outfits, exposed midriffs and charms all over the fabrics to make them jiggle and they moved to draw attention. Natalina went about clearing a circle in the crowd. "The famous gypsy dancers, Keza and Papina!" The older woman called into the crowd, shooing those who were too close as the youngest and eldest would preform together and Azalea would sit and watch next to Vorza who played the drums for rhythm. Keza had straight, elegant brown hair and piercing emerald eyes. Her movements were very elegant and royal, she was always popular with the more wealthy man looking for something regal. Papina had short, very very curly blonde hair with soft hazel eyes. Her dancing was sexy and seductive, popular among the younger men and just men in general. After the two were finished dancing the crowd was already rather warmed up, it was Azalea's turn. Azalea had beautiful, wavy black hair with feathers and beads, lovely blue eyes and a face full of cute freckles. She smiled with confidence as she moved to the center of the circle alone, preparing to preform. Vorza provided the steady rhythm as Azalea held her ribbons. With a flick of her wrists both ribbons unraveled gracefully and the dance began, moving the ribbons along with her it made a spectacular show. When the finished the crowd cheered and Azalea let off a shy chuckle, and invited her sisters back into the circle for a bow as Natalina went around with a hat, collecting money. A few men approached her sisters, conversing or flirting she wasn't sure but it didn't matter. She felt a small tug at her skirt and looked down to find a little girl with sparkling brown eyes and a huge smile. "Hello, sweetie." Azalea smiled to the girl and placed her hand gently on her head. "Your ribbons were so pretty!" The girl squealed, dancing around. Azalea chuckled, "Not at pretty as you, my dear." The young woman smiled and plucked a feather from her hair and placed it in the little girl's hair.