"Are you sure that you want me to join your caravan? I do have my own specialized wagon. It's something special inside. Would others object me to joining your caravan? There are many things that I can do to help out. I usually do the trading bit. I can make potions and jewelry and more."  Ixonia was done walking about and sat down gracefully on a soft rug with her feet tucked behind her.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you would expect of me if I decide to join your caravan. Where are you heading? How many are there in the caravan? What is the pecking order? I want to know before I agree."<br/><br/>From the sitting position, Ixonia could gaze upwards at Nieves without seeming to be so obvious.....she looked deep into his eyes into his soul. She found laughter, tenderness, wisdom, hurt, love..... he enjoyed life to the fullest and would take care of his caravan. Always would be this kind of life for him. No one place to be tied down to and to roam the country side was in his soul. She was much the same way. But she wanted more but did he? Only time will tell her....