"Romania is where you are heading to.....close to Transylvania perhaps? My mother's people came from. She left and never went back. I never did find out why but I was very little when she passed away.....barely 5 years old. Grammy took me in to live with her. I barely remember Mother. She was happy and always singing and working. But she took sick and no one was near enough to help me. Grammy came along one day to see why she did not come when they were in town. You see, Grammy was the only friend that Mother ever had. She died of a fever and I being only 5 did not know what to do. Grammy came came too late. The water had set on her lungs and cause pneumonia. I went with Grammy. Grammy told me all she could. I would love to go there if it isn't too far out of the way of the caravan."<br/>Ixonia sat and thought for a bit. The atmosphere was right and she felt like she had come home. She knew that she could make some wonderful friends with these people for they were like her.  A sharp whinny brought her out of her deep thoughts.<br/>"Would you like to come out and meet those of my small wagon, Nieves? They won't allow anyone to mount  or enter the wagon without my permission. All three are quite protective of me but they are my only friends until now."  Ixonia gracefully sway like a cattail in a breeze as she rose up. She smiled and held out her hand towards Nieves.<br/>"Nania, would you like to come and see what my home looks like? I do believe that there is a tapestry that might like to be in your tent....."