northern downpour {joon}

[ZACHARY ARTEMIS BARTON]

A finely detailed and colorful gypsy carriage bumped along the not so flat road with a faint creaking. Drawing the Reading carriage was a magnificent ebony and ivory splattered gypsy cob stud entitled Berlin. Various trinkets swayed with the motion of the carriage as the beast trotted as easy as he pleased. His harness was in the most ornately embellished fashion which was quite common for the gypsy horses. But Berlin was no longer considered one of their finest gypsy studs. He hadn't been since his owner was asked to leave the caravan two months ago. His owner, Zachary Barton, was an interesting man. He enjoyed the simple things but loved the complexities of a specific nonsense called magic. He was a wizard. In fact, he was one of the most powerful in all of England.

The very same man mentioned here was driving this gypsy carriage pulled by the cob stud. A light dusting of snow coated the ground and a wool blanket was wrapped around him very tightly to keep warm. His steed's coat was shaggy and long to keep him ideally heated as well. The icy emerald eyes of the man shifted over the landscape before they flickered toward the muted sun behind the clouds and with a gentle flick of the leathers upon Berlin's spine, the beast pushed off with more impulsion than before.

He was rather the intelligent man for being just twenty-four. He was extremely valuable with spells and the like although you would never guess that for the world. His speech was eloquent but his attire and living screamed traveling peasant at the very least. But he had plenty of money in his original name but he could never claim it. If he did, well, it would be a waste because he would be slaughtered if ever found. It was a story he did not often tell nor did he like to tell. He and his horse continued along the path until they came to a somewhat shaded clearing and he stopped the carriage there for the evening. He jumped down out of the driver's box on nimble legs and unhitched the two toned beast before taking him to a near by stream to drink.

character: zachary barton.
character mood: a bit cold.
author: fang.
author's muse: eh.
author's notes: shitty post x.x sorry
word count: three hundred and seventy-one.
tagged: joon orefice only.

[JOON OREFICE]

Go and ride the sun away!
(.. Run away..)

Like it's simple, Like it's right.

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Coincidental or not, Joon's circus happened to be camped out nearby. Well.. nearby enough for Joon to be on the other side of the same stream previously mentioned. No matter how presentable and emotive Joon was on stage, she was actually not much of a people-person off stage. In fact she sometimes liked to just get away from the hustle and bustle of the circus. Now, don't get me wrong, Joon adored people. She just didn't really know what to talk about with some of them. Which was why her best friend happened to be a bear. Go figure she would be the one to make friends with such a vicious-seeming creature.

Actually sloth bears, the type of bear Coco was, are vegetarians and only harmless if threatened. Coco happened to also be a rescue bear from the Gypsies of Spain. So Coco was basically already a human anyway. But back to the point, Coco and Joon were by this small river, Coco scrummaging for food and Joon skipping stones. She looked just like one would imagine a gypsy-travelling-circus girl would. Her skirt hardly reached her ankles, which was acceptable since she was still quite young, and thick and decorative stockings hid the rest. Her shoes were hardly boots, but they worked just as well in the cold. A simple blouse was tucked into her red skirt, and many scarves were tied in knots and bow around her waist. And still over all over her trinkets was a wooly blue cape tied up at the front with hood lifted. The image from afar looked like something in a painting. Her wild red hair made its way out of the hood enough to give her a very free look, like she hadn't a single care in the world.

Oddly enough, the whole reason she was there by the stream to begin with was to reflect upon the many cares she actually had. It's very rare to see Joon by water. It was her biggest fear. But the stream wasn't too deep and was more or less just cold, so she threw rocks into it instead of getting in it herself. She was meditating about her gifts. Not just the circus ones, but, actually Joon was a witch! It was something she found difficult to come to terms with, it being the cause of such a dramatic point in her history. Not to mention she was ultimately awful at magic in general. Surely with practice she would get better, but she never got the chance to ask her grandmother for help, and no one else in the circus had the gift of magic. But Joon wanted to be good at it very much. Currently she could only accomplish little feats of thievery, which made her content enough, but she had a sort of craving to learn more. It was hard being such an awful witch.

Mood: Reflective.
Muse: Lost. T_T
Word count: NO CLUE! nothing is telling me!
Currently listening to: Led Zeppelin... XD
Notes: No no, your post wasnt bad MINE was! ahh DX