Post by gilliante on Apr 2, 2008 16:00:37 GMT -8
::the trip having been made much easier by the Duke sending men and a carriage didn't seem to help the mind of the Gypsy Bandoleer going so far away from the Tribe he built and loved the thoughts on his mind only that of the strength of those he left in charge, the abilities of his younger kin, perhaps he had taught them more than he thought, perhaps they were stronger than he allowed himself to see, he could only hope, after all he did tell them he wouldn't be there to protect them forever, well he hadn't planned on them being on their own so soon but life does tend to cause change, the guards so polite and proper, it did bother Gilliante' some, but at night when they would camp he would convince them to drink and have a good time at least some of the time, but when he laid down to rest he would be heard by them whispering a silent prayer to his ancestors::
My Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, and Mothers we of the Romani we of the strong people, the brave and proud I call upon you.... be aware and watch my tribe, watch my people Drailyn, Viktor, Sunset, Walker, Dagger, Gabriel, and please even though his mind is altered and his words strangled keep Jaiden safe from himself he of all of my tribe need the most help..... and promise them.... I will return and I will return with a feirceness so strong no man... Gypsy or Gaja will be able to hold my heart in place....... to this my word is bond.... and to this my sword is sealed.
::he would rest uneasily as he stared at the stars uabove him, being let off near his destination he would travel out alone leaving the main road and sending the caravan back to Suldrian and the Duke he would thank the guards and send them back with several intoxicants to keep them "happy" on thier long journey home, one Gilliante' wished he could be part of, but knew he couldn't and with that he would set himself up a small camp, and begin fixing dinner in some wooded area within sight of the Plains, this journey was not over and he knew it::
My Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, and Mothers we of the Romani we of the strong people, the brave and proud I call upon you.... be aware and watch my tribe, watch my people Drailyn, Viktor, Sunset, Walker, Dagger, Gabriel, and please even though his mind is altered and his words strangled keep Jaiden safe from himself he of all of my tribe need the most help..... and promise them.... I will return and I will return with a feirceness so strong no man... Gypsy or Gaja will be able to hold my heart in place....... to this my word is bond.... and to this my sword is sealed.
::he would rest uneasily as he stared at the stars uabove him, being let off near his destination he would travel out alone leaving the main road and sending the caravan back to Suldrian and the Duke he would thank the guards and send them back with several intoxicants to keep them "happy" on thier long journey home, one Gilliante' wished he could be part of, but knew he couldn't and with that he would set himself up a small camp, and begin fixing dinner in some wooded area within sight of the Plains, this journey was not over and he knew it::