[Jehan Chumomisto]

Jehan raised one of his well groomed eyebrows at his sister and shook his head. “No my pena, I believe that was how they deemed you to be of bad baxta at the start” he laughed. He too had heard that the two shared an amazing resemblance and people never failed to guess that they were brother and sister. It had never stopped them however from making jokes at one another’s expense in regards of looks. Jehan took much pride in his appearance; he shaved daily since he started growing facial hair. He also ensure that his eye brows looked symmetrical and neat. He didn’t do it for others so much as himself, he wasn’t vain enough that if the wind blew his hair out of place that he would rush to fix it. He believed however that he should start the day off good by cleaning up.

“Little pena I am hurt that you would say such a thing! I only want to give you this gift to remind you of one thing” he paused for a second mock thinking. “Well yes, you are right, you can’t do it and I can! People must know!” he laughed. He waited, he was sure that she would follow but as soon as he heard the words he was off. He touched the vardo and waited the few seconds for his little sister and greeted her with a grin.

“You have not taken care of Kizzy eh? She's slow, maybe she is a gaje horse no?” he said. He would not say this to any other gypsy besides his sister for it could be considered an offence. The two like to joke with one another even about things that others would not dare to say. He pet the horse on the neck as a sign of good sportsman ship. “Maybe next time your legs will catch up to mine” He rubbed her neck before opening the door to the vardo and went in.

When Gitana would come in she would see that everything was ready, and clearly had been since before he went to get her. Though Jehan considered himself agile he was not quick enough to be able to set this up in mere moments. Candles were lit on a table with sharp needles made of bone over them at the tip. There were two chair close to one another, one was occupied by Jehan the other was obviously meant for Gitana.

“You know how it feels, I know you are not sick by the ink because you already have one” Jehan’s voice was different. It still held in it kindness but it was also one of business. Tattoos were not something that could be messed up on. All it would take would be one line out of place as people would think it was ugly. There was no room for joking when it came to the young manus’ profession. He was dead serious about it. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t joke while giving a tattoo but he had to be careful. Especially with his sister as they other liked to nudge each other when they joked.

“You will stay still eh? I’m not going to have to tie you down?” he asked with a large smile on his face. It was a joke but he was also serious. He had done it before, he had even gone as far to knock someone out when he was still learning. It was what he had learned, though he could never hurt his sister, he could still restrain her.