<div style="text-align: justify;">Meow. Meow. Meow. <span style="color: #8080FF">"Uh... I am awake. I have heard you the first time"</span>, a feminine voice muttered.<br/><br/>In one of the tents that formed that encampment, a pitch black cat was perched on a girl's stomach, licking its paw idly. The girl under the cat wore a nightgown and her long dark hair was falling over her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"Darn cat, I should change your name to Bell. As those bells in the noblemen's clocks, you ring in the most inconvenient of times"</span>.<br/><br/>After this complaint, the young woman picked the cat up and jumped off her hammock. As many of her people, Victoria Romano was too restless to stay on a bed, and too restless to stay in one place for long. <br/><br/>That was one of the reasons why Victoria had chosen to join the Laughing Kings. They had a way of keeping moving, as their very line of business required them to. Their line of work gave her a chance to lie at her pleasure, and to enjoy her usual pastimes in dancing and telling people their fortunes. It was so easy to make them happy, all she had to do was tell the right lies. And of course, there were the new friends she had made. There was Alyas, whom she regarded as an older brother. Victoria smiled and tossed the cat in the air, picking it up again on the way down.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"We are moving again, Onyx, finally! It was about time!"</span>. Squeezing the cat gently, the girl let it rest on the hammock and went to change, before picking it up in her arms and going out of her tent. It wasn't a large one, or a luxurious one. It held a hammock, supported on the poles, a chest, and a box, sitting atop the chest, where Victoria's instruments for the dance and fortunetelling items were kept. When she was 'working', the necessary items were taken either to the stage, or to a smaller tent, where a small round table and two chairs were placed for her fortune telling act.<br/><br/>Thinking of her fortune telling act pushed Victoria's memory to the one she had used to play a prank on Alyas. The wealthy couple had fallen for her 'predictions' like they were the words of absolute truth, and Vicky could tell Alyas was furious with her. She could also tell that he would soon get back at her, but that was a part of their playful banter.<br/><br/>But right now, all Victoria wanted to think about was breakfast. In getting in the cook's tent, Victoria walked past the cook's son and messed his hair up. <span style="color: #8080FF">"Morning, lad"</span>, she greeted cheerfully as usual, picking up a pastry from his basket. <span style="color: #8080FF">"Come to my tent when I leave, I will give you a little something"</span>, she promised.<br/><br/>Walking further in, the gypsy girl spotted Alyas and tapped his shoulder. <span style="color: #8080FF">"Good morning to you as well, <span style="font-style: italic">pral</span>"</span>, she greeted, using her language's term for 'brother'.</div>