Naida - nightime musings

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Split from: The+Marsh

Naida sits quietly on a cypress knee. She idly makes the small pool of water near her feet swirl. The show tonight had been a good one. Many of the gypsy marsh-dwellers had made their way to the small carnival, either to sell their own wares to the troupes or to simply watch.

She smiles, lightly jingling the pouch of coins held securely to the inside of her leggins. It had been a good night. The gypsies seemed to enjoy the dance, evident, if anything, by the amount of coins she found at her feet when they had finished.

She had never changed from her dancing costume, enjoying the feel of the soft and light blue fabric against her skin.She raises her head, glancing up at the sky above her. She had wondered, as a child, if the sky would look different in different lands. Now, years after she had begun her travels, she realized that they sky had been the one constant, no matter what land she visited.

She hums softly to herself as she moves her gaze to the swamp around her.

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After what seems like hours, Naida stands. She stretches her arms high above her head, then turns and heads back for camp. The others would have the fire started by now. Slowly, she makes her way through the marsh. She can hear the voices of the troupe ahead of her and it brings a smile to her face. Emerging from the trees, she steps into the small clearing smiling and bowing at her friends. They laugh, beckoning her to join them in their celebrations.

A frothy mug of ale is pushed into her hands. With a nod of thanks and a smile, Naida takes a long gulp, enjoying the taste of the ale as it passes over her tongue. Yes, it defnitely is a good night.

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The night passes as it always does. Naida and her beloved troupe packed up the following morning and made their way closer into town to stock up on supplies before the long trek to the mountains.