Sana looked over to Hugh as she sat there, awaiting Artos to come over and identify her arm wrap. Reaching up she slowly removed the cuff from her arm and letting it rest in her hand as she took a deep breath before setting it next to her on the floor of the wagon for Artos to look at when he could. Speaking of her sister brought up her past. It was not something ever spoke about but looking over to Hugh she felt she owed him an explanation of more than [i]my sister[/i]. Though their relationship was new, she felt it was better to just get it out in the open. She found the past tended to hurt more the longer it awaited to be revealed. Closing her eyes for a moment before taking another long breath before opening them slowly and looking over to him, trying to smile but her lips only managed to thin out a bit.

	“Someone who I loved very deeply, still do,” she said quietly as she sat there, looking away from him and staring down at the sand as her legs swung back and forth over the edge of the wagon. “Someone I had to leave behind that I have never forgiven myself for,” she continued as her fingers tightened around the wood of her bow. “I guess since I know about your past, you deserve to know about mine. Remember me mentioning I am gypsy?” she said looking back over to him for a moment before looking away again, not really waiting for an answer; it was more of a rhetorical question than anything. “Well from your reaction or lack thereof when you found out I take it you don’t know much about my kind. Kind of glad of that but then again, if you did know more then perhaps I wouldn’t have to dredge up the past,” she said in a slightly sorrowful voice. Sorrow was not a tone that many had ever heard from Sana; in fact it hadn’t left her lips since the day she left home.

	“You see,” she began in a soft voice as she continued to stare idly at the sand below. From there she proceeded to tell him that when a child was born in her troop they were always taken to Fortune Teller, their magic user. A childs life was laid out before them from that moment on. Some became jesters, others tricksters. Some learned to play beautiful music, others sleight of hand to wow the crowds in the streets. There was a great many things a child of Gypsy could become but that she had received the one calling that many dreaded even though in the end she would become a leader of their people. Someone who could gather information to sell or use, someone that could get close to most any because of her position and their unassuming perception of her; a Courtesan. 

	Sana went on to keep explaining because as of yet it didn’t tie into who this person she loves so deeply. She told him of how when she was old enough to know exactly what being a courtesan entailed she was furious and refused to do it but she was still too young to do anything besides pitch a fit. The troop figuring she would grow out of such thoughts of not following her destined path. She didn’t, always practicing to be able to defend herself, to hunt, to survive; with the bow Ramara had given her. Sana still wouldn’t look at Hugh as she spoke, it wasn’t something she found easy to talk about and hadn’t ever aloud to anyone. 

	“You see, that is why I had to leave. I didn’t want a life that was not my own. I didn’t want to be some night for someone, a second choice. I couldn’t fathom letting someone get that close to me only to be an option for them. Someone to replace someone they had lost or to help them pretend they were still in a happier time,” she said as she looked over to him; eyes watering slightly. Taking a deep breath she quickly looked away and sighed deeply as her head lowered and she stared blankly back towards the sands. 

	“When I was old enough I left,” she continued before she continued to tell him about the night she left. The harsh words spoken from those she had been raised with and by but explaining that wasn’t the hardest part. That having Ramara beg and plead to be taken with her was. “Leaving Ramara that night was the hardest,” she said as her hands came up to her face and rested on either side of her cheeks, elbows resting on her thighs. “You see Ramara is my youngest sister. She wanted me to take her with her but I was still young and she younger. I knew I couldn’t protect her and her life was to be one of music and acrobatics. She had no need to fear the things I had,” she said before dropping a single hand as she turned her head looking over to him.

	“So there you have it. I left because I couldn’t bear the thought of being a second choice for anyone and in doing so I left behind the one person I loved more than anything,” she said as she righted herself and took a deep breath, her hands returning to clutching the bow that he would know now was her most precious of possessions.