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[dembarie]

Another Nero Post...This one is a little history on the gypsy known as Nadia

While walking out on his tree farm
He found her lying there
Sleeping beneath a Pricker bush
Her Skin so pale and Fair
Yong Gypsy Maid so full of life
With flowing Scarlet Hair
When She awoke she looked around
Not knowing why or where
She Knew herself, but not her past
She shed a single tear
But there before her stood a fried
The oger he stood there
He offered her a place to stay
The frightened little dear
Into his cave he carried her
To nurse back from despair
Her Strength regained, she did assist
For trees she does now care
And working there she learned the arts
Of Plants that do grow there
So with new friends she did begin
Adventuring right here
So forth they went adventuring
No peril too severe
At least until the pass was blown
And travelers they came here
Now with these strangers came a man
So smooth and debonair
He told her of their hidden ways
Whispered into her ear
And now she travels forth with him
Traveling far from here
To learn her roots, and of her past
The who, the what, the where
And now her friends they sit and hope
For her return back here