((suppose I can : 3 ))<br/><br/>It was a day like any other day clouds slightly overcasting the fair area around but all the same it was peaceful times at least it was for the lone individual that traveled along a smooth path, heading towards a town she knew not far and excited to make haste where she could find shelter and food. It was hard to believe that Sequoia, such as the gypsy called herself, had been travelling for four months as it was the ritual of those of her clan to travel alone when they reach the age of eighteen. At first her family protested with all the rumors and talk that had occurred, but ever the adventurous one, Sequoia felt that she would be fine. Since then she had even started making a small name of herself, tell of a travelling gypsy with the real gift of sight like none had experienced before, and thus she came to once again share this gift all the while playing gently in time with the winds on the current path and singing a song of merriment to make the time ease faster.