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Gypsy had of course been there as soon as they started to set up the stands for the Moonshine. In her way of showing a gift everyone got one free shot of the stuff and once people started to drink they tended not to stop. She knew after one shot, one taste, there would be those that wanted more thus the trade would begin. This was a party so she had sat the River Runners that would be watching the stands (each taking turns so everyone could enjoy the party) to be fair. Well, as fair as they could ever be.
She was easy enough for anyone to spot, sporting an elaborate skirt and top with bright shades of blues and violets. There was gold and silver threading in the design. The top was short and showed off a toned stomach that was decorated with glitter. Her feet were barefoot but she was careful for the most part where she stood. That long hair of hers was partially braided, small braids, with silver and violet ribbon to match her attire. Gyspy was playing into the nick names of being a faery and that was what she had dressed as. Small wings resting on her back of blue that shimmered when she moved. How she had managed to attain the dress, the glitter, and the wings was her little secret. But Halloween was one of her personal favorite holidays celebrated throughout the year.
When Wolf started his speech Gyspy had found her way over to the teethered horses. A hand reaching out to gently stroke one of the beast's nose as she lifted her ears to the other Leader's words. When he was done speaking she just shook her head. The dog at her feet gave a faint whine as it laid down as if feeling the same disapproval she felt for the words spoken.
"Everyone is able to commit such a horrible act if their buttons are pushed the right way. He is just going to end up pushing the wrong buttons with those words," She muttered to the horses who whined. Her fingers trailed over their necks as she gave them a firm pat and turned to walk towards the party, where it was all starting to get more joyful.
Not that she approved of the actions of the Mountain Lions. Setting fire to the shack on fire was an obvious waste of what could be considered a good place to store food. Not to mention, a fire burning out of control in the fall was not what anyone needed right now. As for the death, she felt mildly sorry for the boy, she would have just cut off one of his hands so everyone would know he was a thief. Made sure he did not bleed to death, of course. But to each their own justice.
Gypsy stopped beside the table the River Runners had set up for the moonshine and made herself a glass of the stuff, her eyes watching and taking in what was going on. This was certainly going to be an interesting night. And if it was not, she supposed she would have to make it interesting.
"I hope there will be dancing," She said out loud. Gracefully stretching out her arms in the way a ballerina might. A faintly wicked smile overcoming her features. "And romancing. Perhaps we should all just prance around like faeries." Her dog gave a bark and she reached down to pat his head. "I know, you're already naked, but the Gods did not gift us with fur to keep warm. Unless you want me to skin you alive."