Post by Taliya on Oct 8, 2004 22:27:11 GMT -5
(Note that this also doubles as the tavern name that will be the setting of this post!)
~Eyes as heavenly as they are riveting, settle on a nearby wall. Bored she was, and sickly tired of it. Long brown hair highlighted by the sun is pulled back and plaited tightly so that it hangs just at the small of her back. A light rain had begun to fall outside and plaintively she looks to the bar keep. A friend of the family, her traveling family, and a gypsy himself. Luciano has a receeding hairline, one that had been receeding as far back as Taliya could remember. "Luciano, there is no one here, must I stay?" Gruffly, but not without a fatherly kindness to his tone, Luciano answers the woman. "Taliya, my dear, where would you go? It is raining out! Best stay warm here, catch a cold and your mother would wish a plague on me!" ~
~A chuckle as warm as any summer breeze falls from her lips and she nods. "You are right, you always are Luciano!" Sliding from behind the bar area the full view of Taliya's body does nothing for the imagination. Clad in a dark blue bodice, which is likewise reflected in her skirt, she sweeps across the floor to wreak havoc on the few lonely tables that adorn the tiny, but homely, tavern. Her bare feet make a soft patting noise as she shuffles across the wooden floor, worn smooth over the years by countless travellers and tavern goers. Around her waist is something best described as an off white wrap with many thin gold disks which jingle together to make a soothing noise, like light rain on an autumn day. ~
~The jingle is only enhanced by her anklet with several small silver bells making a beautiful racket. Raising the white cloth, mottled by a stain here or there, intent on assailing the evils of dust and grime where ever they might be. Her skirt whirls about her ankles playing a game of hide and seek with the silver anklet from time to time. Around her neck, dangling from a silver chain, hangs a single beautiful stone as blue as the rest of her outfit and looks as smooth as silk. Resting her weight on one leg, she pauses long enough to tug a dark colored bandana from her belt to tie over her hair as was traditional. Something she had never questioned even as a child.~
~Walking back to Luciano, Taliya hands the cloth over to the older man and smiles with a lanquid air about her. Rain always had an effect on her, generally to mellow her out more than she already would be. Almost before she can comprehend it, she hears Luciano speak. "Worrying about your travel child? You are going to Emain Macha right?" He asks questioningly. A shrug of her slender shoulders adorned with an off the shoulder cream colored shirt, augmenting the blue even further, and a smile, "Yes Luciano, that is where I intend to travel. Perhaps I will find work outside the Caravan. Mama and Papa, have you heard from them?"~
~The older man nods and smiles, "They wish you luck child, but wish also that you would come home to them." A smile was his answer and a distant look in the fantastically colored eyes of the woman before him. Taliya's eyes were a unique shade of grey with flecks of turquoise adorning the iris'. Marking her as a special child, or so the Caravan had thought. Taliya was a simple child by all standards, but a voracious learner and easily taught. "I must go out on my one some day. Perhaps I will bring home a nice gypsy boy?" The last part of her statement encourages her to laugh as well as Luciano. They both knew that the gypsy maiden was in no mood for what she viewed as the folly of marriage nor the rope a relationship bound her with. With a flip of his hand Luciano motions towards the door. "Go Taliya, before you make the day even more dreary than it has become! Your frown makes the day seem shorter!" Grinning happily Taliya hugs the older man and quickly adorns a heavy cloak given her by Luciano to brave the harsh winter that will come. ~
~One look back to Luciano and a single smile, she tucks her chin in and holds the hood of the cloak down while picking her steps, feet now clad in some form of shoe though a poor one, carefully. Making her way to the small room she currently rents in, bah, she had no idea what the name of the town was, all she knew was that it was a two day journey south to Emain Macha. City of Dreams as it were. Full of merchants and opprotunities, awe and inspiration, and plenty of work for a Gypsy.~
~Eyes as heavenly as they are riveting, settle on a nearby wall. Bored she was, and sickly tired of it. Long brown hair highlighted by the sun is pulled back and plaited tightly so that it hangs just at the small of her back. A light rain had begun to fall outside and plaintively she looks to the bar keep. A friend of the family, her traveling family, and a gypsy himself. Luciano has a receeding hairline, one that had been receeding as far back as Taliya could remember. "Luciano, there is no one here, must I stay?" Gruffly, but not without a fatherly kindness to his tone, Luciano answers the woman. "Taliya, my dear, where would you go? It is raining out! Best stay warm here, catch a cold and your mother would wish a plague on me!" ~
~A chuckle as warm as any summer breeze falls from her lips and she nods. "You are right, you always are Luciano!" Sliding from behind the bar area the full view of Taliya's body does nothing for the imagination. Clad in a dark blue bodice, which is likewise reflected in her skirt, she sweeps across the floor to wreak havoc on the few lonely tables that adorn the tiny, but homely, tavern. Her bare feet make a soft patting noise as she shuffles across the wooden floor, worn smooth over the years by countless travellers and tavern goers. Around her waist is something best described as an off white wrap with many thin gold disks which jingle together to make a soothing noise, like light rain on an autumn day. ~
~The jingle is only enhanced by her anklet with several small silver bells making a beautiful racket. Raising the white cloth, mottled by a stain here or there, intent on assailing the evils of dust and grime where ever they might be. Her skirt whirls about her ankles playing a game of hide and seek with the silver anklet from time to time. Around her neck, dangling from a silver chain, hangs a single beautiful stone as blue as the rest of her outfit and looks as smooth as silk. Resting her weight on one leg, she pauses long enough to tug a dark colored bandana from her belt to tie over her hair as was traditional. Something she had never questioned even as a child.~
~Walking back to Luciano, Taliya hands the cloth over to the older man and smiles with a lanquid air about her. Rain always had an effect on her, generally to mellow her out more than she already would be. Almost before she can comprehend it, she hears Luciano speak. "Worrying about your travel child? You are going to Emain Macha right?" He asks questioningly. A shrug of her slender shoulders adorned with an off the shoulder cream colored shirt, augmenting the blue even further, and a smile, "Yes Luciano, that is where I intend to travel. Perhaps I will find work outside the Caravan. Mama and Papa, have you heard from them?"~
~The older man nods and smiles, "They wish you luck child, but wish also that you would come home to them." A smile was his answer and a distant look in the fantastically colored eyes of the woman before him. Taliya's eyes were a unique shade of grey with flecks of turquoise adorning the iris'. Marking her as a special child, or so the Caravan had thought. Taliya was a simple child by all standards, but a voracious learner and easily taught. "I must go out on my one some day. Perhaps I will bring home a nice gypsy boy?" The last part of her statement encourages her to laugh as well as Luciano. They both knew that the gypsy maiden was in no mood for what she viewed as the folly of marriage nor the rope a relationship bound her with. With a flip of his hand Luciano motions towards the door. "Go Taliya, before you make the day even more dreary than it has become! Your frown makes the day seem shorter!" Grinning happily Taliya hugs the older man and quickly adorns a heavy cloak given her by Luciano to brave the harsh winter that will come. ~
~One look back to Luciano and a single smile, she tucks her chin in and holds the hood of the cloak down while picking her steps, feet now clad in some form of shoe though a poor one, carefully. Making her way to the small room she currently rents in, bah, she had no idea what the name of the town was, all she knew was that it was a two day journey south to Emain Macha. City of Dreams as it were. Full of merchants and opprotunities, awe and inspiration, and plenty of work for a Gypsy.~