Branwyn Gallagher

ong brown curls closer to bronze, with flecks of fiery red scattered through the locks. Her top is flowy, with a tightly fitted bodice and a relatively large amount of cleavage showing. Blues and greens decorate the fabric, a patchwork of blues, green, purples, and yellows making up her long flowing skirt. Very curvy, she prefers going barefoot. A red and purple kerchief covers her head and holds her curls back from her face. More often then not, she has a needle and thread tucked somewhere in the kerchief. Her deeply tanned skin set off the cool colors well.

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# Europe., 2010-03-17 18:07:58, as a chat transcript.

Sure. Although I thought most gypsies tended to prefer the outdoors

# Europe., 2010-03-17 18:15:51, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiled at Flinn's antics, herding a few goats over to a spot in the shade where she could milk them. The remains of a shirt thrown over her shoulder, thread bulging from various pockets she had sewn in her clothing, including a few spools she tucked into her shirt.

# Europe., 2010-03-17 18:24:38, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiles, watching the knife throwing begin. She knew that Cass and Flinn would never knowingly hurt an gadje, but she felt she had to warn them just in case. As she sat down next to one of the goats, the rest clustering around her, she shouted out, "Beware you don't knock an eye out, or hit a 'visitor'", putting emphasis on the last word.

# Europe., 2010-03-17 18:33:19, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher chuckled, her deep brown eyes lighting up. "Tha' ye could, Cass. Would be a shame though, to have to resew that new patch on your shirt though." A brown curl escaped from under her kerchief, which she promptly tucked behind her ear. One of the goats baa-ed, causing her to jump, and laugh. "Right, almost done then." Reaching for the pail, she let the milk fall in, the other two pails already full with milk from the other goats.

# Europe., 2010-03-17 18:47:57, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher giggled, having just finished milking the goat. With three pails full, she patted the most recent one on the rump, causing it to trot away, the other two following. "Nay, Cass. O' course I am worried abou' more then your shirt. There is also possible holes in the skin that would need to be sewn up. And tha' would cause much heartache throughout the caravan if ye were to be hurt."

# Europe., 2010-03-21 16:37:04, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiled as the sun started to rise over the nearby hills. It was going to be a beautiful day.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 16:55:59, as a chat transcript.

Having already been up for awhile, stoking the campfire, she paused to take a deep breath, a pile of wood already ready to go.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 17:08:34, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher grinned, blushing slightly. "I am well. And you? How was your sleep last night?"

# Europe., 2010-03-21 17:21:05, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiled, taking her portion in a small metal bowl. "Raelin, how was your night? Did you see the beautiful sun rise?" A freshly embroidered skirt sat next to her on a blanket on the ground.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 17:31:08, as a chat transcript.

"Perhaps not a tambourine, per say, love. Something just a wee bit gentler?"

# Europe., 2010-03-21 17:58:56, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher raised an eyebrow, smiling. "What had I missed last night, when I was carding the sheep?"

# Europe., 2010-03-21 18:07:02, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher chuckles, grinning. "Interesting. That might be why I prefer to stick with one glass." Having also finished her breakfast, she looked around, unsure what to do with it.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 18:19:12, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher looks up, hearing a loud racket. "There seems to be a woman riding towards us"

# Europe., 2010-03-21 18:28:30, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher frowned, unsure. She felt, if anything, out of place between the two. Did they know each other? The horse was indeed strutting, which made her grin.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 18:48:40, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiled, nodding to the newcomer. "Welcome." Rising from her spot on the ground, she curtsies, a needle and thread all ready to go for repairs on the tents.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 19:00:08, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiled, giggling. "I take it you ran off to avoid marriage?" She could certainly understand that, having done the same to avoid being betrothed so a man much older then her when she was much younger. She found the caravan several years ago, having run off from her husband to be, and coming across the caravan in the woods. "Of course you are welcome to stay with us." She couldn't quite understand wearing men's clothing, but she knew it was probably easier to move in then women's dresses.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 19:14:13, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher stood up, barely able to hold back a giggle. "Oh, yes, Cass, love. Didn't I tell you. We have a pair of twins on the way. From that night you don't remember."

# Europe., 2010-03-21 19:19:20, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher started to knod, pursing her lips, trying to seem serious, but was unable to hold back any longer. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she gave up and starting laughing hysterically. "Praised are the tricksters." She then saw several outsiders begin to wander through the camp.

# Europe., 2010-03-21 19:28:48, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher smiles, remembering her time with her siblings. They were probably all married off now. "Time to tinker with the gadje, eh, Cass?" She swung a stray curl that had escaped from her kerchief back behid her ear, and put a bit more wood on the fire, hoping to keep the coals alive enough for dinner that night. Grabbing her newly embroidered skirt, she skipped off to one of the tents that needed mending, whistling. This was the most fun she had had in awhile.

# Europe., 2010-03-22 15:14:39, as written by Sonusai

Branwyn Gallagher sat back, watching the sun set as she stoked the fire. It was time to go on another wood run, and she should probably go before it gets dark. It had been a prosperous day, filled with pickpocketing, lots of dancing, and soon to be a large fire. Humming a jaunty tune, she stood up and went to go gather some wood, pausing to bend down to pick up what she could find.

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a character in “Gypsy Caravan”, as played by Sonusai

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