"That was generous of her," he said, in reponse to her story of the old woman. Llyr continued harvesting the vines, biting his lips as he eagerly wanted to ask more questions. "Is the life of a gypsy exciting? This is the first time I've ever left my home village. Sometimes I would wonder what it would be like to run off with the passing travelers but I could never do that to my family. Does the life as a traveler make you happy?" Llyr asked, halting for a moment, raising his gaze to meet hers.<br/><br/>*Again! Again!* Blodeuwedd chanted, rolling back onto her feet and jumping in the air with each chant. She grinned at Dragomir, flashing a collection of tiny teeth.