Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

Where her wit and bite would have gotten her immediately accepted in a natsia, she knew that her chances were low with the Gadjo. Here, in their foroe, things were rigid, precise. She had to give the large male respect just because he was leader. He had done little to prove such things, even with the color of his aura. No, her chances were slim indeed. But Camlo's were not. She gestured to the mute, Zhen give 'im a chance, She had little respect for herself and her own wellbeing after her family disappeared. She had no natsia, no allegiances to anyone in this land, except Camlo, brief as their union was. He vill be more useful to you in zhis veather den I vill. Zhere is nozhing I can do to 'elp until snow is meltink and plants are growink.