Gypsie

Everyone said that she was the one who would leave the clan, who would fall in love with man or adventure and one day, be gone. She couldn’t say she disagreed, but today, of all days, she felt the urge to fly. The tall bedecked plains were beckoning with their waving bluebell stalks bending in the breeze, a hill dipped tantalizingly near, hiding the view behind. A brook tinkled nearby, the crisp water dinkling over the pebbles and stones in its way, moistening the red clay banks and stalks of grass dipped their royal heads into it. She imagined the coolness as the spring sun warmed the dark hair on her head, casting a tint of pink color into her bronzed cheeks. Spring was here, at last, and she wanted to follow the brook, fly after the swans, and run through trees just sprouting their baby green leaves over the dampness of the forest ground. How good it felt to be alive! She gazed overhead as a lone vulture circled overhead, no clouds to hide his soaring flight. Soon, she thought sourly, the Spring Festival would be upon them, and all of the men would pick their women for the night… she remembered how last year she had snuck away and hidden in the forest, watching the proceedings with distaste. Men, she thought. No, not just men. Gypsies, with their overly simplistic lives and old traditions… she, she wanted something different. Something new and modern and exciting. She wanted to belong among cities and buildings. Though, if you want to belong somewhere, don’t you already belong there in your heart? She thought so, before she remembered that she was supposed to be bringing back a bucket of water from the spring and that she had loitered long enough for a scolding.

plot development?

Handsome man takes her on spring festival night, takes her away on an adventure. Why? I don’t know yet. They go to cities, and she doesn’t belong like she thought she would. She likes the guy, but he’s indifferent. Then she meets another one, a man from the forests and plains, who understands the beauty of the plain, but who can also mingle within cities. Slow attraction. She runs away and goes back to plains. Danger? He finds her.