[svetlana regine krylov]

Hear my silent prayer,
hear my quiet call,
wonder darken loose sorround you.

Her hair was tousseled, knotted in some places, soft waves in others. Green eyes became her mystery as many of the English locals knew that she in fact was a gypsy, but wondered of her origin, where had she come from? Her radiant green shifted to the men's hat she had found that was placed on the ground in front of her, a welcomed opening for any type of coins or money the local people would've like to donate to this poor Russian gypsy who was just trying to make enough to survive. She smiled quickly as she noted a couple of coins placed inside, she continued to sing, though she knew that she know would be able to eat tonight. Stale bread and a small piece of cheese, but stale bread and a small piece of cheese was better than nothing. To some people stale bread and cheese would be a feast upon a family of four, she knew this; thus she never once complained.

Her image was sweet, wearing everything handmade, it was simple for her; a red skirt, and white shirt, with a matching scarf wrapped around her forehead to keep hair out of her face as she danced. Her voice lifted up, as she carried on with the sweet, but sad song she had written so many years ago. Of course, her original was Russian, but as her journey continued within the last couple of years, she had learned French, as well as English, eventually translating the song into what she was now singing. The title was translated to Dreamcatcher, and she believed that it was every emotion that she had felt in her life; the song was just a part of her, and she loved to share it. As the song was ending, Svetlana smiled, she had ended the song on the perfect note, ending the perfect melody.

Step into my sigh,
look inside the light,
you will know that I have found you.

[PS: the song is really called dreamcatcher, from the group called secret garden. just wanted to throw that in, i take no credit for it.]

[lucian everett rochester]

His parents had always told him to never talk to gypsies, Lucian didn't see why. They were quite amusing to him, their songs were interesting and much better than the songs he had to listen to his sister sing at home or whenever somebody tried to sing at one of the dinner parties he was forced to attend. The gypsies seemed to have a much more carefree way about them than any of the people he ended up being surrounded by, he admired that about them. However he would have never let that fact be revealed to his parents. They seemed to hate the whole lots of them, as a young child he had always been forced to walk on the other side of the street whenever the gypsies were around since his mother had never wanted to be near them. To this day Lucian didn't see what was so terrible about them, but of course he had to keep up his appearances and pretend like they meant nothing to him at all.

Luckily he was one his own for now. He had managed to get away from his parents and their boring friends as they were out at the market looking at some new furniture for the manor. Shopping was a dull thing according to Lucian, so he had decided to take a walk. And here he was watching this beautiful girl sing. It was a wonderful song, he couldn't take his eyes off the girl as she sang. Hopefully his parents wouldn't see him like this, he would hate to be torn away from this lovely sight right now.

Since he had been out with his parents he was dressed properly the way his mother approved of. Wearing red waistcoat is trimmed with gold lace under a plain brown coat, his narrow black cravat was neatly tucked into place. Though his hair was still a bit messy as usual, he felt a bit odd standing here amongst all these other people. But still he couldn't help watch the girl. As she finished, he smiled and took the coins he had with him out of his coat and placed them with the others in the hat. Perhaps he could spare a few minutes to speak with her, it wouldn't hurt to compliment the girl when she truly deserved it for that lovely song. "You sing beautifully." He said with a smile, somewhat hoping his parents wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.