SpainXGypsy!Dancer!Singer!ReadSpainXGypsy!Dancer!Singer!Reader: WanderersSpainXGypsy!Dancer!Singer!Read2 years ago in General Fiction
The sun had barely crested over the eastern horizon, when the Gypsy caravan came to a stop at the top of a hill. Barely an hour’s walk to the west from where the caravan stood, was the city of Madrid. The Cortés family was here after being away from Madrid for almost three years. Excited to see the city, a young woman with long (h/c) hair hanging in loose waves down her back lightly jumped down from the caravan, her bare feet striking the ground as the burgundy sash tied at her waist jingled. Her long, ankle length, crimson coloured skirt swished lightly around her legs as she walked to the crest of the hill, and looked out over the city. She gently adjusted the strap of her white, off the shoulder blouse, fixing the long poufy sleeve.
The city looked beautiful, painted in the pale pink light of the coming dawn. (E/c) eyes frantically darted from