The forest they traveled through was in bloom and from her horse she could take in her surroundings and enjoy them to the fullest. Around her children softly sang songs of spring while they all continued on their journey. Spring had touched flora and fauna all together and everything seemed to live around her. This tribe Nadya had joined on her journey would keep going untill they had reached the next village. There they would set up camp and entertain the villagers, while the usual rumours about gypsy's sped through the town faster as the black plague itself.

She knew it was a mutual lack of trust between both parties to keep this balance instable as it had always been. The villager would never accept gypsy's as they were and gypsy's refused to abandon any of their ancient traditions and habits. Yet it seemed to work in a twisted way. During the last few months she had lived among the gypsy's shared their blessings and curses as they travelled and even joined in in their entertaining on the streets. This had been a priviledge, she knew gypsy's eyed any normal civillian with the same distrust as the other way around. But she hadn't been a normal villager, roma blood coursed through her veins. A gift from her unknown father, yet she could somehow appreciate it. It had provided her with a perspective and view on the world not many others had acces to.

Another song had begun and recognizing the tune she chimed in, singing carelessly as the group of riders and carriages made it's way through the forest.This travelling existence had become her, she enjoyed it and flourished as she met new people, new challenges and saw more of the world. A sunkissed sin and traditional gypsy braids in her hair. She could spend hours enjoying this environnement, but her thoughts were already somewhere else. Where would she go after she'd left the gypsy's? Would she be able to manage on her own? She had learned much, including a thing or two about fighting and defending herself, but she was no master.A woman travelling on her won could be an easy target. She still believed her best option was to run. She liked to run and she knew she was fast. It seemed to her to always be a better option than trying to defend yourself against someone who most likely is stronger and a better fighter than yourself.

Though worries like that did not cloud her thoughts too much. More the experiences and places ahead of her filled her mind. Curiosity and daydreams of what lay ahead. She could travel until she felt the need to settle, or she could stop in village that appealed to her, find a job for a small while and make a little money before she moved on. She loved to travel even though the nomad's existences was not considered suitable for a woman. She was too far away from her hometown to be bothered by the rumours being spread about her there. She played with one of the braids her brown hair had become as the two green eyes looked beyond the horizon. One of the children had ran up for walk beside her horse. He woke her from her daydream, asking for a lift. She nodded and before she had even had the chance to extend her hand, the young boy had managed to climb behind the saddle. He wrapped his hands around her waist to hold on. She grinned, these people seemed to all be acrobats and artists, it must be in their blood.

"Faster Nadya! Faster!" He called out wildly. Rising an eyebrow she looked back towards the little boy. With a wink she drove the horse to an easy canter, riding ahead of the group. And in front of Nadya, the village appeared on the horizon.