Esmeralda dances to the rhythm of the tambourine (changewillcome) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-13 19:30:00 |
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One thing Esmeralda liked about Orange County was the closeness to the water. While always on the move, the ocean and seaside were never areas she herself had managed to get to. Here in Orange County? It was easy to get there, and the weather was actually permitting and there weren't the constant risk of storms and insanity in general. It was also nice that pick pocketing wasn't something that was needed to survive. The Court of Miracles brought in actual money and not just pennies from begging or pick pocketing. There was a sense of being able to breathe a bit more.
Mostly. After all, they weren't there legally and they had to keep their heads down. But if there was one thing Esmeralda was good at, it was surviving and getting by in such situations. But for now? She was enjoying the beach. If people were looking at her, she didn't care. She was used to the looks as she danced. If there were suspicious looks because of how she looked, not being of the majority, well, she didn't let it bother her. She believed that things would be better here, they had to be and she would continue to dance but also find places to help as well.
Feeling the water lap around her feet, the gypsy tilted her head upwards to the sky, enjoying the sensation of the sun on her skin. There was a peace to it. Peace and calm in a time and day of fear and despair and anger and.... someone was walking up behind her. It was possible that it was just some random kid, but you didn't survive on the streets and always on the move without being able to defend yourself. Dagger in her purse, Esmeralda was prepared to go for it but it seemed that the person she heard behind her continued into the water. Opening her eyes, the gypsy shook her head and turned, slipping the sandals she'd left at the water's edge back on and headed back to the Court of Miracles, grinning as she noticed a familiar form at one of the tables. One she hadn't seen since Paris, someone she would randomly talk with for hours just because she found the conversations fascinating.
"Really now, it's like you want to live here. Be careful, you might make people talk." With a playful wink and flick of her hair off her shoulder, Esmeralda headed to the bar to get a glass for water. Because why greet him with something more conventional such as 'Nice to see you again'? It was more as if picking up from a previous conversation. Across the sea.