Kara rushed alongside Hallbjorn's long legged strides to get closer to the belly dancers. They were beautiful in the way they moved, and she watched on in fascination. The music they moved and the sight of them made Kara wish that she knew how to dance as they did. Her own hips began to twitchy slightly as she attempted to mimic them. She blushed with embarrassment when Hallbjorn asked her if she wanted to learn how to do the belly dance. She really hoped no one else had seen her bumbling attempts.<br/><br/>When she looked up into his eyes, the thought of doing the dance for him became one of her new fantasies. “I would love to be able to move as they do. If I'm to be around for a long time, there are many things I would like to learn.” She answered him honestly. The thought of immortality was difficult at first to believe, but the more she thought of it, the more Kara began to think of all of the things she could learn and do with such a long life.<br/><br/>Her expression turned playful as she looked into Hallbjorn's eyes. “I don't suppose you would know how to teach me to dance like that?” The thought of his hands on her hips as he instructed her in belly dancing turned into thinking of his hands on her hips while he taught her to do other things.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's next words should have mortified her. That he had watched over her, witnessed her doing things when she thought no one watched, some of them most likely very embarrassing, should have had Kara's cheeks turning pink. Yet Kara realized that she really liked the idea of him watching her as he protected her. Some of the things she did were so embarrassing that she would never have done them if she knew she was being watched.<br/><br/>Kara smiled softly at Hallbjorn and led him away from the belly dancers. They passed stalls that sold all sorts of merchandise, from chain mails to jewelry, and much more. “I love to read. I'll grab any kind of book I can get my hands on. It doesn't matter if they are westerns, science fiction, romance, or horror. Each of them are small words to explore, and I love losing myself in them. My garage is overflowing with all of the books I've read.”<br/><br/>She worried her lower lip as she thought before speaking again. “Perhaps that's the reason I enjoyed working at the senior citizen center. All of those people had a lifetime of stories to tell, and I'm a sucker for sitting with them for hours and listening.”<br/><br/>They came upon another encampment, and this one looked to be a pirate theme. There were women who looked like tavern wenches who's breasts were nearly spilling out of their peasant blouses. Men dressed as pirates lounged around scarred tables and engaged in lively discussions. Some of their costumes looked corny, but others she thought were well done. Even as Kara looked on with interest, her gaze kept turning back to Hallbjorn.<br/><br/>“I attend an online college. I have been since I graduated high school. But I don't have a degree in anything. I just can't seem to decide on any one course, and so I've ended up taking a good majority of their beginning courses.” Kara quirked her lips up in a wry smile. “It drives my parents crazy, but there is just so much out there that I want to learn. I don't want to trap myself in one profession.”<br/><br/>“I work at the local bar called The Shaft.” Her smile darkened for a moment. Kara was suddenly feeling selfish because she had not even called her boss to tell him she would be gone for a while. It was something she'd have to do later. She pushed the thought aside for another time. “I think I was a good bartender. I liked it when the place was hopping and I didn't have a spare moment.”<br/><br/>“As you probably already guessed, I love peanut butter cup ice cream.” Kara smiled, thinking back to the Blizzard he had bought her. “I had a ritual at night, to sit on the couch with my ice cream and watch a television show called Supernatural. You can probably imagine what it was about from the title.”<br/><br/>Her cheeks did blush when she spoke next. “You probably saw me cleaning and singing Lana Del Ray songs while I whirled around with the vacuum cleaner. Be glad the vacuum covered up my voice, because I do not do her justice.”<br/><br/>“And I'm a horrible cook.” Kara chuckled. “My parents have outlawed me cooking in their kitchen, and I'm only allowed to use the microwave. But I swear that oven hates me, because it keeps burning all of my food.”<br/><br/>“I- oh.” She stopped, her jaw dropped. To the side of the pirate encampment was stocks, and a woman wearing normal clothes had her neck and wrists locked inside. In front of her was a sign advertising the cost of five dollars, though it didn't state for what. What the price was for was displayed by the pirate who held a velvet whip. The lashes flew through the air before hitting the woman's backside, but she didn't seem hurt at all. A little to the left a line had formed with four more women waiting.<br/><br/>“How peculiar.” She shook her head, unable to understand why anyone would pay for a whipping. Beyond was where the people in Victorian dress held their court, and Kara tugged on Hallbjorn's hand to lead him in that direction.<br/><br/>Kara smiled up at Hallbjorn, and her voice was teasing when she asked, “Is there anything else I'm forgetting to tell you about?”