<div style="text-align: justify;">Victoria was in a good mood, so she didn't really mind Alyas' response to her greeting. In any other occasion, she could have gotten upset - Vicky was a hot blooded one. But right now, she was happy that they would soon be moving again, so she let it slide. "It means <span style="font-style: italic">brother</span>, you grumpy man", she replied, taking a bite off of her pastry.<br/><br/>After chewing, she spoke again.<br/><br/>"Yes, the lad is fast on his feet today. I bet it does have something to do with the fact that we are moving", the girl replied.<br/><br/>She smiled at Alyas, fondly. It was a sibling's affection that she had for him. Alyas had been the first person she had met in her encounter with the Laughing Kings, and she had offered him a reading. Sometimes Victoria didn't like to do readings, as her predictions seemed to come uncomfortably close to the truth. She preferred to think that she was just good at reading people, and that was it, though.<br/><br/>Shifting her attention back to Alyas when he said she had lost him out on some wealthy customers, she nodded. "It is a gift and a curse", the girl stated with a mock tragic expression. "You have no idea how I wish to be rid of it". After these grim words, she let out a lively laughter. "Very well, I will help you take down the tent, and even tell you a story to broaden your culture while we do so, if you like".<br/><br/>Victoria, as pretty much most gypsies, was a wealth in matters of stories, to pass the time, and sometimes cautionary tales. As most of her people, she didn't rely in the written word, but in the spoken one. So, she was always willing to tell someone a story she had heard in one of the many places she had been on. The one she was planning to tell Alyas - if he wanted to hear it, of course - was about Cassandra, the Greek seer who only saw grim events.</div>