by Lexi » Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:13 pm
*A single caravan is rumbing along through the forests down a narrow trail. It is being pulled by an old grey mule, at the reins is a rather odd character, not human. Her eyes, for she appears female, have a reptilian shape to them she has dull matt chocolate brown scales that don't reflect the light. Her clothing is odd. The waistcoat is perfectly normal in itself, but is festooned with odd and ends trinkets and charms the trousers are plainer, but still have some ornamentation.*
*The caravan is not large, but contains enough space for one comfortably. It is painted in shades of brown, but also green. If you could see the roof clouds have been painted on. It has many climbing plants growing along it quite naturally from window boxes. Pots and pans hang off hooks on it's sides*
*As she moves along she hums gently, an old travelling dittie she knows, the path is unfamiliar, but that's normal for a gypsy. She slips a book out of her bag and makes a note of the path and it's relation and distance to where she was.*
*She lifts her head as she hears a distant crashing in the bushes. She pulls the caravan to a stop gives a soft chant, a soft barely visible light springs into being around her, now she waits with interest.*