Nieves like how Ixonia's eyes sparkled and how her body swayed to his song. Her lips looked soft and full as they curled into a warm smile.  She had him feeling like he was dancing on clouds and that nothing could end this wonderful moment. He felt as if electricity was shooting through him and this puzzled him. He had never felt such attraction to another and while it was puzzling it was also exciting. He was certain they would become good friends. He moved them and she moved with him through the people. Looking at her as she came back to the reality of here and now. "Just Nieves...Ixonia." He says with a warm smile. Leading her by the hand through the crowd of people. His musicians packing up their instruments and the caravan moving to the outskirts of the city. "If you don't mind my asking...why are you a wandering gypsy? Did something happen that made you leave your caravan. I am glad you did or I might not have ever encountered such a beautiful young woman." He says warmly. Leading her into his tent that was set up.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">An old woman rocking in a chair there. "Ah young prince...your home. And with a young lady I see. Not a sight I've seen in such a long time my young prince." The old woman's creaky voice says. "Dinner will be ready shortly. You two talk and mingle. I will let you have your privacy." She says. Getting up with creaking bones and using her cane leaves the tent.</span>