One hour later, the purple curtains on the windows of the caravan's wagon are still tightly shut, but you can hear some noises if you listen carefully as you pass close. Inside, the same girl from earlier is getting ready. The show will start soon and she's still in her underwear, having just come out of the shower. She needs to put her clothes on and do her maker09;up. She doesn't rush though; she knows she will be ready in time. She always is. She takes out black jeans and a white satin shirt from a mahogany closet and sets them on her bed, a little bigger than a single bed but not too much bigger. It's only a small wagon after all, not a mansion. There are two pillows on the bed with little dragons on them. Only one of them looks like it's used frequently. With a closer look you can see that the other pillow seems ancient even though not used for a while.
Beside the bed there is a little table with a mirror hanging on the wall. Sitting on the chair facing the mirror, the girl starts to apply her maker09;up carefully. She's the storyteller of the show and in less than twentyr09;five minutes everyone's eyes will be on her. She must be perfect. She will be perfect. First she draws some lines on her face. She doesn't want to look too much older than she is, but she wants to look like she really had travelled through the whole world and saw so many things that she matured faster than most people. Then she puts some eyeliner and eye shadow to make her azure eyes stand out. Finally she combs her long blonde hair and sets them in a loose braid. When free, her hair can easily reach below her waist. They're down to the middle of her back when braided.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiles being rather happy with the result. She glances at the clock seeing she has only fifteen minutes left now. She puts her clothes on, tucks one side of her shirt in her jeans and lets the other side hang free. She's going to play the role of a traveller, just back from a very long journey. And travellers don't really bother to tuck their shirt in their pants, do they? She leaves the two top buttons of her shirt undone to show her necklace, a dragon pendant that she always keeps on her, no matter what. She only has ten minutes left now. She walks to the other side of her wagon to the little kitchen and pours herself a glass of water. She smiles a little, thinking about the surprised look people have when she allows them to look in the caravan. From the outside it looks like an old wagon , something from three or four hundred years ago, but inside she has some comfort. Not too much room, certainly, but still it's nice for only one person.
Stopping her musings, she glances at the clock once again to see she has only five minutes left to finish getting ready. She puts her glass down in the sink, then takes a lighter from a little cupboard and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. Then she slips her boots on and takes her cape. The cape is rather big, allowing her to wrap herself totally in it and has a hood that she folds up on her head. Then she walks to the door of the caravan.
Every time before a show, she takes a peek by the window just beside the door to see how many people are on the benches and as usual, every seat is taken. She looks around the public, her public, and spots the little boy from earlier. Romain was his name. He's sitting on his mother's lap. The girl grins when she sees him wriggling a little to get comfortable, impatient for the show to begin.
"Just a few more seconds young boy," she whispers to herself smiling. "It won't be long now."
Just as she says that she hears some bells ringing, announcing to everyone that the show is about to begin. Taking a big breath and letting it out slowly to calm herself, she opens the door of the wagon slowly then goes out under a round of applause from the public.
She smiles a little and mysterious smile. The play is started now, no time for being flattered by an ovation like that one, only time to go on with the show. She sits on a little stool in front of the heap of branches and puts down her bottle. Then, using the lighter, she starts a big campfire. She moves her hood back to show her face and the upper part of her hair to the public, and looks at them from the left to the right and back again. She pauses at some of them still talking with each other until everyone becomes silent. Happy she has the full attention of her public now, she looks in the fire and starts to speak.
"Good evening everyone. I suppose you're here because you want to hear my story." Looking up again, she can see little Romain nodding his head vigorously with a captivated look and a smile on his face. "Well, you're here just at the right time, I'm in the mood for sharing what I have lived on my journeys." Looking down in the fire once again, she continues talking. "I'm going to tell you about a Kingdom that no one has ever heard about. You think you know this planet and every place on it?" She looks up again suddenly as she asks her question. She doesn't really want an answer but some people nods anyway. She talks again. "Well, you're wrong. There are many places in this world that you can't imagine even in your craziest dreams. And I'm going to tell you how a young girl discovered one of these places." She looks in the campfire once again and doesn't talk for some long seconds. Her eyes take a dreamy look as if she was really in her own memories, then she starts talking again. "Everything began about two years ago in another French city, a town rather far away from here besides..."