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It seemed that the gypsy was listening to her with rapt attention, though still Hanzi did not put her at ease. While she was more relaxed in his presence she did not let her guard down. " You live in wagons? Do you ever stay at once place? Not one for putting down roots are you? When coin could afford it I too enjoyed travelling but I always did enjoy going back to Windvayne Manour my home." Attaria said with a shrug of her shoulders.
At the mention of the over bearing baba's a laugh tainted with sarcasim escaped her lips.
" I am used others obeying me I never obey others. That is why I left. Why should I pay for the fething mistakes my father made? If my bethroed was handsome then perhaps I would be susceptible to the forced marrage. I may not believe in romance but I shall be fethed if I live a paupers life style. Beauty and poise are my greatest assets. Pity youth is not ever lasting when the my fountain runs dry I shall be doomed." She said with a sigh of dismay.
The young vaine woman was about to say more. Hanzi wiped his eye and leaned close.
"This ugly man of yours, he was not rich was he?"
The gypsies body language and words took on a menacing air. In response to his words she stood up quickly and grabbed a near by rock.
" I knew you were a wolf in sheeps clothing. You lecheras barbaric cad! If you think of using me to get that old codger's fortune. I shall throw this rock at your head and not feel but a bit of guilt while I take another rock and bludgen you to death."
The young woman said in a wavering voice lined with fear. Attaria did her best to protray a threatening visage. If all went well she would buy some shoes that were practical, after all they were only feet and she could put off vanity for practicality.
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