Hero was the best of the Gypsies. Prince to the Gypsy throne. He was currently traveling around and amongst his people. They all knew who he was but none treated him differently. That was the way he liked it. For in his opinion his royal bloodline still made him no different than any of the others. He enjoyed being among his people. Of being one of them. He loved to sing and dance. His body was his weapon of choice. And it wasn't in a violent way. No he used music as his weapon. Entrancing himself and others as well.<br/><br/>He sings and moves. Balancing upon that small square of marble that was the tippy top of the large central fountain. His body told the same story as instruments and songs did. It was almost possible to see the images that were being told by instrument, song, and body alike. This kept up for a long time. He spirals upwards into the air at a part telling about the upward and spiraling challenges that life held and showed towards anyone and everyone.<br/><br/>Spiraling downwards and landing on the tippy toe of one foot upon the telling of the downward hills that life held to every up and down in life. He finishes his song on the last note of the song. And looks at the people around. His sparkling gaze fell upon Isadora. He flips and spirals through the air. Landing on the ground in front of the two women. "Hello Myladies." he bows to them both. Yet his gaze reattaches to Isadora. "Would you join me for this next song and dance mylady?" he asks. Holding his hand out to her. His voice silky, sexy, and exotic.