[u]Ada[/u]
"We'll stop and rest in Haneul before making our way to Eira, by that time I'll know what Frit-" "[b]Hello there wildflower[/b]" Ada looked up, the voice was familiar and so was that name. Wildflower. She twisted the word around her tongue, where did it come from? [b]"Hello there Willow"[/b] The large horse snorted and butted the man approvingly. Remembering the man behind her Ada turned and took in the appearance of the man behind her. His brown shaggy hair was crumpled in some areas - squashed with sleep. And his sharp jawline was covered in stubble. He was attractive, with long tick eyelashes and golden eyes. Ada stared at him, trying to connect the mental points. His high cheekbones were kind of distracting. No matter which part of her memory she scoured, she just could not recognise him. A young boy covered in mud, asleep under the tree with the same golden eyes hovered in her mind for a bit, but that boy was not a gypsy, he belonged to a town on the shore, a rich farmland with foreign slaves. 

[u]Duplo[/u]
Duplo patiently watched Ada and the chestnut haired man, awaiting Ada's attention again. Soon she got bored and skulked off and sulkily grabbed Willow's grooming brushes and got to work. Ferociously scrubbing out all the dirt in his fur and massaging his big muscles to help him relax. She had just finished his belly and was picking blackjacks out his tail when a boy with gold horns began playing the violin, dancing all over the place. He sprang from tent to tent and the thick-headed gypsy girls squealed. Duplo watched him, thinking him as another trickster seeking for attention. Then a centaur slapped him and he reeled back. [i]Good.[/i] Duplo smirked to herself. Then she accidentally knocked her porcelain ear against Willow. She rubbed where she bumped him, making sure the porcelain was not scratched or cracked. 

He pranced over to Ada as she was talking to the other man and tried to make conversation. Duplo did not like the looks of this trouble maker.