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Post by evelyn on Jun 22, 2010 9:58:49 GMT -5
Evelyn was tired. She had just finished a performance, quite surprised to see Arthur Pendragon and his family again. It had been pleasant, she supposed, but she was glad to get away. A servant had directed her toward the kitchen and so she went, her bare feet silent upon the wooden floor. While her feet were silent, the bracelets on both her ankles and wrists jingled slightly as she walked, as did the few bells woven in her hair. She was glad when she reached the kitchen, though disappointed to not see the cook. Evelyn had heard he was a great chief and was eager to try some of his food. What she did find surprised her though. She chuckles as she heard the blindfolded girl call out.
"You know, you look quite silly," Evelyn said, going behind the girl and untying the blindfold for her. She came back before the girl smiling. The girl was pretty and obviously not a noble by her dress. Evelyn could have sworn she had seen this girl before though, quite a while ago. She thought for a moment, studying her before grinning and snapping her fingers.
"You're Lady Morgana's servant girl, aren't you? Guinevère right?" she asked nicely before turning and looking at the food laid out. This all smells delious. Picking up a strawberry, she turned back to the girl.
"Why are you down here though, blindfolded in the kitchen instead of upstairs with your Lady?" she asked before taking a bite of the strawberry.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 21, 2010 13:20:44 GMT -5
As Evelyn stepped down the fold down steps, she took a moment to study him once more. It was more than his handsome looks that she admired, but the grace at which he moved. She stood a moment, just watching him with a soft smile. Sir Lancelot is truly a knight, and most likely a very fine one at that. I wonder...why did he leave Camelot? Could he be one blessed with magic, like me? Is that why he left, because of Uther? She walked foreword once more, taking two stools from beside her wagon-home and setting them by the fire. She smiled at him.
"Sit, relax. You must be tired after your travels," she said calmly and pleasantly. For one who had just met the man only minutes before, she was quite calm around him. her posture was relaxed, her movements full of grace and an ease of someone who has known their companion for years. She hummed softly as she worked, cutting up vegetables and dropping them into a pot. Her voice was soft and pleasant as she hummed, her eyes focused on her work. Dried meat, fresh vegetables, and herbs all went into the pot, mixing with water and broth to create the stew for their lunch.
"Would you mind lighting a fire?" she asked him, looking up from where she was working. She was kneeling on the ground opposite him, the ingredients in baskets beside her and the pot before her. She smiled at him before going back to work, her humming starting up again. She paused a moment to untie her hair for the wet strands weren't drying very well in her ponytail. Her hair flowed down her back once more, still slightly damp from her swim. Her cheeks were flushed a slight pink from the heat as she placed the pot over the fire, stirring the stew quietly.
"Lancelot...I know it isn't any of my business and you don;t have to tell me if you don;t want to but...why are you no longer a knight of Camelot? It's a beautiful place, and the king and prince aren't too bad, if not a bit arrogant," she said, well aware that she was babbling a bit. She bit her lower lip in order to stop her babbling and looked to him once more. She waited quietly, wondering if he would tell her.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 20, 2010 14:23:42 GMT -5
A voice sounding behind her caused the young woman to turn. She was met with the sight of a young man, one who seemed to be around her age actually. He had blond hair that shined gold in the sunlight and very blue eyes. He was a bit taller than her, causing Evelyn to tilt her head up slightly in order to look him in the eye. He was quite muscular and quite handsome. Evelyn smiled, nodding.
"Yes. And you must be Arthur Pendragon, I presume?" she asked. She inclined her head in a nod of respect, keeping her eyes focused on him. Yes, he certainly must be the young prince that she has heard so much about. The handsome boy that charmed anyone he met. She could see why. Besides having the looks and charm of a prince, he also seemed to have to carry the grace and power of a knight. A deadly combination for woman everywhere.
"I am honored to be personally invited to preform at your father's birthday. i have heard he is a great man." Great, stubborn, and widely disliked by people like me. Despite her thoughts, she kept her usual, coy smile on her lips, remaining ever polite and courteous on the outside. Her deep brown eyes swept over the courtyard, enchanted by the feeling of festivity in the air. It seemed that the people of Camelot were quite loyal to their king and she could see why. She's heard stories and tales about Uther and Arthur many of time. Some good, some bad. Though, if the stories were true, both were great rulers.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 19, 2010 23:39:52 GMT -5
Unfortunetly, I have no idea. I can't wait though.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 19, 2010 22:20:00 GMT -5
Evelyn stifled a laugh as he stuttered. It was quite adorable really, for she had never heard a knight stutter like that. She gathered her hair into her hands, twisting and squeezing it in an effort to remove as least some of the water. Droplets ran down her eyes, finally dropping to the soft earth at her elbows. Wessex and Camelot eh? Why, how curious. I wonder why he is no longer a knight of Camelot. Evelyn tossed her hair over her shoulder once more, her eyes never leaving him. A small grin etched its self upon her lips at his closing words.
"Well, Sir Lancelot, the answer to your question is simple. I never have an escort. I am a gypsy you see, a wanderer of the lands," she explained simply. While her words were true, many would wonder why she was alone without a camp of other gypsies. Though when asked, she usually paid them no mind. She moved closer to Lancelot, stopping in front of his horse. She laid a soft hand on the beasts neck, crooning softly to him as her hand moved along his coat.
"This is a fine mount you have, Sir Lancelot," she said, turning her head to smile at him. She hoped he would not mind her petting his horse, for she certainly would stop if he did. Struck with a sudden idea, she turned to him.
"You must be hungry after your travels. Would you care to have dinner with me? I surely have enough." Without waiting for an answer, she moved past him, heading toward her camp and sleeping horses. A stone circle was set up; firewood and kindling already set up inside. A little ways from the fire pit and near a tree was a strange structure. Almost like a covered wagon in the days of the Old West, her home was indeed attached to a large wagon. Strips of thick, multicolored material was pulled tight, stretching over and up to create a roof and four walls. On the back of the structure was a finer sheet of purple cloth, creating a door to the inside. In front of the wagon and outside the large, almost tent-like structure was a seat, big enough for two to sit and control the horses. She slipped inside this now, calling out to him in case he followed.
"Go ahead and tie your mount near my own, I shall be out in a moment." With that she closed the cloth-door, slipping off the wet green dress. Her white slip clung to her even more, see through thanks to the water. She slipped that off as well, drying herself quickly before pulling on a simple dress of light blue. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she slipped on her cloth shoes and came out.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 19, 2010 14:44:53 GMT -5
 The colors, the music. OH! It was just like being back at the gypsy camp...but on a much bigger scale. It was King Uther's birthday today and the young gypsy girl was to preform for the Court, along with many other entertainers. As Marianne trotted into the front court, Evelyn let her eyes wander around. She had been to many castles before and even recognized some of the performers setting up, going in, or just chatting away. Butterflies danced in her stomach, for never had she preformed for such a large crowd. She took a deep breath, nudging Marianne to a halt. Surprisingly, a knight came to her, dressed in the red and gold finery of Camelot and with gentle hands, helped her down. She hardly had time to thank him before he was off to help another and a stable boy led her mount away. Nothing ever seems to stop for a moment here...
She smoothed out her attire, the bright colors blending in well with the decorations. A multicolored strip of fabric came around her back, crossed over her chest to hide her breasts, and finally tied at the back of her neck like a halter top with the ends flowing down to her lower back. Her toned stomach was revealed to all as well as part of the valley between her breasts. Her lower half was covered by a skirt of deep red with about three layers in all. Each layer had a large slit up each side, reaching her mid-thigh. Her feet were bare covered only by cloth shoes with a hard leather sole, something she was thankful for on the hard, rocky ground. Around her wrists and ankles were bracelets of silver and gold, gifts from her audiences and mother. Her hair was half up in a styled bun, the rest of her brown curls falling widely over her back. Also tied around her waist was a large, sheer red scarf that she detached and danced with.
She stood there, really quite unsure where she was to head and when she was to preform. Others were milling around in the courtyard or going into the castle, so that provided really no answers. This is why I enjoy private shows...You're escorted there and when you're done and paid, you leave. Simple and quick. With a shake of her head, she opted to go into the castle. If she wasn't supposed to be there, well, she would leave and wait.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 18, 2010 22:59:32 GMT -5
Upon surfacing from the cool water, a distinctly male voice reached the young woman's ears. She turned, surprised to find a rather handsome man with his horse, not far from where she had just come up. He had dark brown hair with a small curl to it, something very unlike the gypsy boys she had known with their wildly long hair. He seemed very clean cut, at least from distance it appeared so. And he was dressed as a night, but from where, she did not know. She treaded water for a few moment more, studying him silently before calling back.
"Only for a moment was I startled, dear sir." With that, she went back under the water, swimming closer toward the man until she could stand with ease. Slowly, she made her way out of the water, like a nymph rising from the surface. Yes, he was as clean cut and handsome as he had first appeared, though his features were more clear now. her dark eyes latched with his, both equally intense it seems. A smile graced her lips as she came fully out of the water.
"My name is Evelyn. May I trouble you for a name, sir knight?" she requested, watching him carefully. He may have said he meant her no harm, but she was always wary with travelers. Not many were as they seemed. She walked further out onto the bank, water running down her to the ground and her dress sticking to her body. Her eyes turned to his horse. A noble steed for a hopefully noble knight. She looked back to the man, sweeping some strands of wet hair from her face.
"If it isn't too personal, what purpose does a knight have out here in the woods, alone on top of that?" she asked casually but carefully, the smile never leaving her face.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 18, 2010 22:26:17 GMT -5
They ring so loudly..... With the moon high in the sky and a nice, cool breeze settled over the ground, the forest was wonderfully free of humans at the moment. Well, mostly free. A young gypsy girl sat by her fire, warming her stew to an edible state. She was dressed in a deep purple dress, a cord tied around her middle to keep the dress secure. Long brown hair feel over her shoulder and back in wild curls a waves, shining almost a red-brown in the firelight. Her feet were bare, her simple shoes sitting right beside her stool. A black stallion, almost blending into the night, nosed her shoulder with a small 'humph' of air. She reached up, running her fingers over his silky forehead.
"I know, I know. It's been a long day..." she mumbled, leaning into his strong neck. Her chestnut mare whinnied from the other side of the camp, trotting over to lay beside her. The gypsy chuckles, laying a hand on her back. The flames crackled before the three, rising and falling in time with the girl's breaths. It was a calm night, one that lulled travelers into a calm before the storm. The girl picked up her stick, prodding the fire, even though it was unnecessary.
"Camelot's near...maybe half a day away..." she murmured softly. The young gypsy has heard stories about that place. About the King who kills any magic user, and about the handsome prince. Evelyn chuckled slightly. handsome princes were a dime a dozen, as she has learned in her travels. She doubts Camelot's prince would be any different. She may make some good money though, preforming for them. But she couldn't use her favorite tricks, for she would not like to be exposed as a sorceress.
She continued to poke the fire, humming a soft lullaby that her mother used to sing her. One about the shadows of the forest dancing with the wind and the moon as the spotlight. She closed her eyes, leaning against her stallion as she continued to hum, the sweet sound carrying out into the dark forest.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 18, 2010 17:09:09 GMT -5
 The forest was empty that day, silent besides the noises of the wild. With the sun high in the sky, beating down on the ground below, the air was humid; filled with the sticky feeling that accompanied it. Most in the village near by were staying inside, keeping to the shade to find some relief from the heat. But to a wanderer, such luxuries were hard to come by. So naturally, the shade of the forest and the cool of the lake were the next best thing. This being the case, the young gypsy girl has picked here to spend her short time.
Clutching the ends of her green dress in one hand, she wades into the water slowly, her bare feet feeling the soft earth beneath the lake. She shivered, letting out a small laugh as the fish swam around her feet and ankles. She continued to wade in, letting her dress float upon the water's surface. The water was delightfully cool and so clear, she could see everything below her. A sharp whinny made her turn her head, a smile coming to life on her rose-colored lips.
"Hush now, Marianne. Just because you don't like lakes doesn't mean I'm going to stay out of them," she called back. Her chestnut mare just snorted, tossing her regal head before laying down in the cool shade beside her companion, a black stallion by the name of Alister who was currently sleeping. The young girl just grinned and turned, wading even further into the water so that it came up to her waist. While she would normally bath nude, she wasn't so sure who would be in these words and on a bright sunny day, it would be hard not to spot her. I'll just have to wait until tonight to properly bath. She reached up, removing the green ribbon from her hair. All at once the curls of brown that had been piled into a bun atop her head only moments before came cascading down in a waterfall of shining locks.
"That's better..." she murmured quickly before taking a deep breath and diving under the water. The cold rushed against her, making her body shiver quite bad for a second as she opened her eyes. With fogging vision, she propelled herself foreword in the water, her delicate feet kicking lightly. She loved to swim, to see another world so close that she could reach out and touch it. Fish swam out of her way, fearing the strange new creature that had invaded their home. She smiled under the water before moving up wards, finally breaking the surface with a small gasp. The young girl was well in the middle of the lake now, using her legs and arms to keep herself above water.
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Post by evelyn on Jun 18, 2010 13:46:34 GMT -5
EXAMPLE Princess Calissa Relin Archaengel | 563 | Assassin ;;PARTNER IN CRIME
;;ENEMY TURNED
;;MUTUAL RIVALRY
CALISSA says: Hey Evelyn, this an example?
EVELYN says: Yes Calissa. Now shut up before you ruin it. [center][img]*one icon of character here[/img] [img]different icon of character here[/img][/center]
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[center]Relationship. One per line[/center]
[center][b]YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME[/b] says: [color=998BAC][i]Type what your character thinks here[/i][/color]
[b]EVELYN[/b] says: [i][color=388290]Leave blank for me to fill in unless I posted in your's.[/color][/i][/center] |
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Post by evelyn on Jun 18, 2010 13:29:07 GMT -5
...leave your heart behind... ;;friends and thoughts pass me by
walking gets too boring, when you learn how to fly
;;BEST FRIENDS ;;CLOSE FRIENDS ;;AVERAGE FRIEND ;;FAMILY FRIEND;;CHILDHOOD FRIEND ;;ACQUAINTANCE ;;GOOD FRIEND ;;PARTNER IN CRIME ;;ENEMY TURNED ;;FAKE FRIEND ;;PARTY BUDDY ;;FORBIDDEN FRIEND ;;SECRET FRIEND ;;OTHER HALF ;;INSEPERABLE ;;BY ASSOCIATION ;;INNER CIRCLE ;;OUTER CIRCLE ;;CONFIDANT ;;LIKE FAMILY ;;ON AND OFF ;;FOR SHOW ;;TRUSTED FRIEND ;;FRENEMY ;;FRIEND OF A FRIEND ;;FUTURE FRIEND ;;UNLIKELY FRIEND ;;FORMER FRIEND ;;TOP TEN ;;LUNCH BUDDY ;;SHOPPING BUDDY ;;ANNOYING FRIEND ;;GAL PAL ;;GUY PAL ;;SPORTS PAL ;;GOSSIP FRIEND ;;FLIRTY FRIEND ;;SHARE THE SAME VALUES
;;broke my heart on the road
spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on
;;CURRENT ;;SPOUSE ;;FIANCE ;;EX ;;EX WITH BAD CHEMISTRY ;;EX WITH MUTUAL CHEMISTRY ;;SECRET ;;FORBIDDEN ;;ON AND OFF ;;CHILDHOOD CRUSH ;;CRUSH ON YOU ;;MUTUAL CRUSH ;;CURRENT FLING ;;PAST FLING ;;FUTURE FLING ;;CHEMISTRY ;;BITTER ;;FUTURE CRUSH ;;INFATUATION ;;ONE NIGHT STAND ;;PUPPY LOVE ;;INNOCENT FLIRTING ;;FLEETING GLANCES ;;IN DENIAL ;;SOUL MATES ;;PHYSICAL ATTRACTION ;;LUSTING FOR ME ;;LUSTING FOR YOU ;;YOU’RE USING ME ;;I’M USING YOU ;;NOT SO INNOCENT FLIRTING ;;MUTUAL FLIRTING ;;YOU’RE FLIRTING WITH ME ;;I’M FLIRTING WITH YOU
;;and i won't back down
'cause life's already bit me
;;MUTUAL RIVALRY ;;MUTUAL DISLIKE ;;MUTUAL JEALOUSY ;;MUTUAL ENVY ;;MUTUAL HATRED ;;ONE-SIDED RIVALRY ;;ONE-SIDED DISLIKE ;;ONE-SIDED JEALOUSY ;;ONE-SIDED ENVY ;;ONE-SIDED HATRED ;;AVOIDANCE ;;TOLERANCE ;;FRIEND TURNED ENEMY ;;FAMILY ENEMY ;;BY ASSOCIATION ;;IRRITATION ;;ANNOYANCE ;;TENSION ;;HARDCORE Shackled ;;GRUDGE ;;VENDETTA ;;DIE DIE DIE ;;BURN IN HELL ;;COMPETITION ;;ARGUMENTATIVE ;;BACKSTABBED ;;BACKSTABBED YOU ;;CHEATED ME ;;CHEATED YOU ;;INDIFFERENCE ;;RESPECTED RIVALS ;;FRIENDLY RIVALS ;;MUTUAL FEAR ;;ONE-SIDED ;;IGNORING ME ;;IGNORING YOU
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Post by evelyn on Jun 16, 2010 13:37:00 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Evelyn Amelia Callaway
.:Nick Name:. Eve
.:Age:. 19
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Evelyn is a very lovely girl, getting her dark hair and eyes from her mother, and her soft pale skin from her father. Her hair is a dark brown arranged in a natural, wild array of curls and waves. It's soft as silk and shines a lighter brown in the sin. Her face is slightly oval in shape and her lips are as pink and soft as a rose's petal. Her eyes are almond shape and her irises a deep brown that tends to pull people in. Long, dark eyelashes line her eyes, giving her eyes an even darker shade of brown by illusion. While normally brown, her eyes tend to shine a fierce gold in the last moment of a spell or usage of her powers. Her cheek bones are high and the apples of her cheeks a light, rosy color.
She stands at five feet and eight inches, meaning that she is a bit taller than most girls in this day and age; a gene she inherited from her gypsy mother. Her limbs are long and elegant; her moves graceful in every movement. She spent most of her life as a dancer and it shows in her athletic, but curvy body. Her skin is soft and a pale ivory color. On the palm of her left hand is a spiral in a silvery-Sapphire color. The skin on her back and arms are usually seen tattooed in henna with strange designs and symbols.
Her clothing can be anything from normal, plain dresses in simple colors to scarves and clothes in bright purples and greens, jewelry on her arms and legs and even in her hair. Most of the time she travels in plain dresses, a rope usually tied around her middle. While traveling, she always has her dark, forest green cloak around her, hood usually found up. She wears the same dresses around town as well. When she preforms though, her look completely changes. She dresses in the gypsy style clothes that her mother gave to her years ago.
.:Height:. 5"8
.:Portrayed by:. Leighton Meester
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Just like her mother, Evelyn is a wandering soul. She finds it hard to stay in one place for long periods of time and always seems to be moving. She's thought to have a low attention span, moving from one thing to another. Evelyn loves to explore and can usually be found in the forest, laying out in the grass or climbing trees. She's a light hearted one, taking things in stride. She's not good with planning things, preferring to go by her gut instinct and think with her heart. Despite this, she's actually quite intelligent, her travels giving her much knowledge over the years.
Evelyn is brave and often described as foolish and fearless. She can always be found getting into trouble and dangerous situations. She doesn't think of the consequences of her actions and most times, it's these situations that make her leave. When she does get into these situations, Evelyn is very careful not to involve others. While she may not think of her own safety, the safety of her friends, loved ones, and the bystanders is always on her mind. She's especially careful with children, for she's always had a soft spot for the little ones.
While many would think that Evelyn has had many lovers in her travels, this is not true. While it is true that she has met many men, some who have been attracted to her, she is very selective in choosing her lovers. So selective in fact that she has found no man that has the qualities she wants. She wants to be captivated by him, wooed and romanced by him. She wants to find a man who is brave, who wont control her.
.:Strengths:.
'Stealthy
'Quick
'Intelligent
'Brave
'Witty
'Stubborn
'Emotionally Strong
.:Weaknesses:.
'Reckless
'Seemingly fearless
'Doesn't think about her own safety or the consequences
'Scared of drowning
'Children
'Clumsy
'Not good at making and keeping friends
'Doesn't trust well'
.:Magic Abilities:.
- TELEKINESIS;; the ability to use one’s mind to levitate objects. Evelyn is not very skilled in this department, relying more on her powers of Pyrokinesis to get her out of trouble. She's only able to levitate and move small objects, and nothing living. To move or levitate objects, Evelyn must have total focus on them. If her concentraition is boken at any time, she loses control over the object.
- PYROKINESIS;; ability to conjure fire. This is Evelyn's specialty. She's able to conjour flames from her hands, though not very large ones. Evelyn is also able to manipulate fire, either having it grow or smoother it with a wave of her hand. She can manipulate the shape of the flame, often using this ability in her storytelling, or just to play pranks. Manipulating small amounts of fire leave her with nothing, but with larger flames, her energy is depleated quickly. Often, she will faint or be unable to move for a certain period of time, depending on the amount of flame she manipulated.
- MAGIC ABILITY;; Through years of study and hard work, Evelyn is able to preform most spells and create potions found in spell books.
.:Special Skills:. Dancing, thieving
.:Accents:. English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. She doesn't actually know, her mother just said she was born in the forest
.:Family:. Amelia Callaway, mother. Father unknown.
.:Occupation:. Dancer and entertainer
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot
.:History:. Evelyn was born in the middle of a forest, outside the gypsy camp. Why her actual birthing was a secret, Evelyn never knew. She wasn't a secret in her camp and the other children were born with they're family around them. As for the rest of her family, she had none. Evelyn's father wasn't present at the birthing and wasn't even a part of the camp. The camp didn't stay long in the forest of her birth, moving on the next day.
Her life was a whirlwind of color and activity, never stopping to show any semblance of normal. Evelyn never cared to be like the normal girls in the villages. She loved her life, loved her family of gypsies. She grew up following her mother and the old fortune teller, Ramona, around, learning their trade. She loved dancing and often would accompany he mother as she danced for courts they passed through. She was talented in many ways, her mother saw. She was a talented dancer, but also in other things. Evelyn had always been captivated by fire and one day in secret, found she could control it. When that day came, the rest of her powers rushed to the surface, showing themselves in magnificent and dangerous ways. Things around her moved when no one touched them. Her powers were terrifying and beautiful, frightening and amazing others at the camp.
When Evelyn was 13, Ramona gave her an old spell book she had been given long ago in her travels. She became Evelyn's unofficial teacher, showing her the ways of magic even though the old woman had hardly a breath of magic for herself. Evelyn was a quick learner when she tried, but it wasn't often. She was often running off to play with the other children or run through the forest with the hunters. She was always a wild child and that way of life never ceased it's hold on her as she grew.
When Evelyn was sixteen, she started to draw the attention of the young men in their camp and in the villages. She was an exotic beauty and a captivating dancer. Yet through all the advances she had in her travels, not one man gained her attention and soon, the men in her camp stopped looking at her as a beauty, and continued to see her as their friend. She wasn't as lucky in towns and villages, but she paid the men there no mind.
When Evelyn was seventeen, her mother died from a grave illness. The camp was in morning for months while Evelyn morned for years. After a year, she left the camp at age eighteen, promising to return when she was older. She has been traveling alone ever since, only her two horses - Alister and Marianne - as company.
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