The fires roared with passion as the sun set and the gypsies gathered together, breaking out the rum and playing thier music happily. Men, women, and children dancing merrily withing the warm clearing. The chorus of vioces, all lovely in thier own way started to sing the song of the gypsies. Life was good.
"We are the gypsies, strong and proud.
Stick together throw the shroud.
Humanity is falling fast.
But we the gypsies shall forever last!"
The children laughed and played with the pets of the gypsies. Rubella stepped out of her own home, sighing happily. Her rings and jewelry glimmered in the light of the fire as she grabbed herself a big glass of rum, downing the thing in a few minutes, giggling at the antics of her uncle, who was occupied in dancing with the newcomer. It was a common thing, gypsy parties. But they had reasons. Rubella laughed and stumbled lightly as she danced. "I am Gypsy girl, born and raised, I own the world and shiney things! If you don't like it, I'll curse you good, and if I fell my family would!" She sung, her voice lovely as the instruments joined into her voice, her family cheering on about the last part.