01-19-2013, 03:41 AM
Oh I have a gypsy's heart,
and where do I start,
in my travels alone-
To deepest depths,
of my own-
Oh gypsy's heart,
My gypsy's heart,
a fissure, a crack, that's all it take,
to watch my homeless heart break,
Oh that's all it took,
all along,
My eyes quivered, my eyes shook,
My gypsy's song.
and where do I start,
in my travels alone-
To deepest depths,
of my own-
Oh gypsy's heart,
My gypsy's heart,
a fissure, a crack, that's all it take,
to watch my homeless heart break,
Oh that's all it took,
all along,
My eyes quivered, my eyes shook,
My gypsy's song.
"Azziri, come on! You're gonna miss the best part!"
Merian laughed as she tugged at the wrapping covered arm. Her fair tanned skin and flowing black hair was complimented by her deep green eyes. The young woman, barely an adult, was dragging the younger woman alongside with her, through the pausing caravans on the still night. The trinkets and ornaments she wore jingled lightly, musically so, in the night's air, and slowly the two reached the circle around the large bonfire. The few men and women of their caravan happily sitting and listening to Roberto's tale, the man moving around enticingly about the fire, telling his story. Merian sat herself and the bandaged girl on the soft grass alongside the crowd, listening to the tale as told by the tall handsome man who led them.
"And that's when he said! Braid'er?! I barely even know her!"
An uproar of laughter and merry cheer came from the crowd. Azziri could not laugh, it hurt too much. Her throat was sore and she couldn't yet speak properly. The burns have taken their toll. As the crowd dispersed lightly, the young bandaged girl was left to watch the fire on her own. Her body was slim and tall, but she was still young, no signs of womanhood adorned her body. Her hips were still flat and lacked the curve brought by age, and as was her chest. She sat there, hugging her legs to her chest as she stared at the bonfire toss its sparks to the night's sky.
"What is bothering you, Azziri my dear?"
Roberto asked from behind her suddenly. The tall dark skinned man had long messy curls of brown hair, so close to Merian's black. He was her eldest brother, after all. The man lightly moved to sit besides the young girl, dragging a blanket around her. The Night's eve was chilly, but he didn't seem to mind it himself. It took her a few moments to notice, but she was shaking lightly.
"...I... Miss... Home..."
The young girl crooned out, unable to say much words, the mere act of talking hurting her sore throat. It frustrated her to no end, it angered her. The tall man just laughed lightly, smiling over to the young girl with not just his mouth, but his heart towards the orphaned leper.
"Azziri... This is your home. Your family. You have nothing to miss to. Now come, child... It's getting cold outside and tomorrow we'll be stopping at the market nearby. Let's get some rest. I'll even tell you your favorite bedtime."
Leading the bandaged girl to rise with the softest of ushers, Roberto led her away from the campfire, smiling down unto her... Though for a moment, a mere moment, she spent looking over her shoulder at the fire, at what felt like eternity.
And now weary and torn,
My heart's all alone,
weary and torn,
alone,
Grief,
from beneath,
from its pain I find no relief,
My mind, it shatters,
My wailing cries, oh how it batters!
Against the walls of this dream untold,
and my misery increases twicefold.
Is there no way out,
so it would seem.
From this dream,
within a dream.
My heart's all alone,
weary and torn,
alone,
Grief,
from beneath,
from its pain I find no relief,
My mind, it shatters,
My wailing cries, oh how it batters!
Against the walls of this dream untold,
and my misery increases twicefold.
Is there no way out,
so it would seem.
From this dream,
within a dream.