Pearl's winter was filled with a bit of heartache. A handsome Gypsy troused into her life giving her hope that a rogue could love her. All of Pearls fears held her back from simply sharing her heart. The gypsy man was caught in her wild whirldwind of emotion. Nothing a wandering man could handle for very long. Pearls heart ached each night that she realized her love letters would go unanswered. She simply accepted that she too had broken anothers heart through no intention of her own. Soon her wagon would roll foward to a place where only gypsy magick would happen. there she would heal her heart and look to the future. soon she would have a shop in the heart of the town selling her wares, a young wandering musician would watch the shop as she traveled. All but her little heartache was well. She couldn't get that gypsy man out of her mind, a piece of her held onto the thouhgt of a someday, she felt he held a bit of that hope too. Though she doubted he did. later in the week a letter came for Pearl. a masculine scrawl with a hint of rogue.......