The night was cool and crisp. The sent of a fresh burning fire filling the area along with the autumn air. The sounds of a solo tambourine rattling and echoing around the small clearing. The cause of it? Well the little bard of course. A lone gypsy in these part. Just her, her horse and caravan. Luminista signed as she closed her bright green eyes, singing to the night time air. "When your rife with devastation, there's a simple explanation... You're a toy makers creation, trapped inside a crystal ball."
