Masque giggled good naturedly at Exodus’ words. Taika had always told her the gypsies were freefolk and wanderers, going only where their paws told them and beholden to no one. Even she could not lead herself, no matter where or how she wanted. For years now the gypsy woman had been wanting to leave the safety of the forests, only to hesitate before taking the step. The pup contemplated this for a moment, becoming more determined to see what she could do for her lost mother. She grinned up at the wolf. She gathered them! Sometimes just found them. They seemed to always be where she was looking.

Exodus’ face turned and sadness covered his features. Masque’s own smile turned to match his and she rolled onto her stomach. My momma is still alive. Just...sad. Heartbroken, would have been the word most would have used, but that was an experience the pup had never encountered. It was not one her heart would have been able to handle. Her face brightened at a thought, her tail wagging happily with the forming idea. Maybe she can be your mom, too! Or maybe you can make her happy! Oh please! Maybe you are her lost Prince! Her body vibrated with excitement at the possibility. Finally, her mother could be happy again! She grinned and hummed with pleasure at the thought! So much so she forgot they were playing a game of tag! His paw landed heavily on her, sending her tumbling to the side, luckily still a safe distance from the cliff. Once more she laughed merrily, her tail swishing through the air.

Masque’s spirit and nature did indeed make her fated to be a roamer, rover, and gypsy. Everything from her masked face to her body language promised that life for her. Glittering eyes and freespirit accepted the charge without question. She looked back at Exodus, grinning mischievously. Maybe you should tag someone! Make them a gypsy too. Again she fell into her ‘pre-pounce’ position before scrambling after him. Or just make them ‘it’! After all, being a wanderer and a gypsy was a choice. Not like being a princess of fairies.