Willimina Dustin


A lone Zingari brings himself and welcome gifts!


It is 8:43 PM where you are.
It is sunset of the twenty-second day of the ninth month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the twenty-second day of Autumn and 76 degrees. Rukbat's heatwave has not yet let up, gripping Igen in its tight fist. Escape the heat!
In Southern:
It is the twenty-second day of Spring and 77 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.


The Lost Oasis, within the Great Central Desert

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Lost Oasis

Lost Oasis
Blocked from view in the south by one of the largest sandstone formations jutting from the desert, this lovely oasis is truly a hidden jewel in the sand. Leagues away from any trace of civilization, it boasts a tranquil blue pool of fresh water and shallow stream fed by an unseen spring beyond a dark crevice in the bluff. Trees spring up against the rock, providing merciful shade and filling in the narrow recesses surrounding the water. The height of the outcropping funnels a near-constant light breeze through the place, cooling the air considerably in comparison to the desert beyond.

However, for all its beauty, there is an unaccountable air of fear and uncertainty about this oasis. At night, the otherwise friendly wind can cross the space with a low, unnerving howl, and creatures passing in the shadows do so in nervous, unseen movements. This has, unfortunately, been a place of grisly discoveries for Igen Weyr - most likely due to its out-of-the-way nature. Sweep riders have observed no renegades, bandits, or criminals of any other stripe in the area thus far, adding to the mystery here.
You see Melusine's Wagon (Zingari), Zingari Leader's Wagon, Zingari Resident Wagon, Tallel's Yurt (Zingari), and Dinsayde's Wagon(Zingari) here.
Obvious exits:
Great Central Desert

Dustin has been asked to come help Willimina and this part of the Zingari Caravan. He has a small flock of sheep with him that he's been asked to also deliver besides himself. He is an experienced herdsman and uses the crook of his staff to keep the sheep moving along. He's on the look out for a spot to put the sheep now that he's arrived at where he's supposed to meet up with the caravan. Hopefully he'll find it before the sunsets.

Willimina settles her back against her chair as she stares into the fire. The night insects can be heard all around, a general pikk-buzz that soon becomes background noise. She takes a swig of whiskey from a cantine and looks over at the young Zingari male playing the guitar. A young girl near him sings the lyrics to the song, a melody slow and heart tugging. Willa sighs in contentment and wraps her shawl around her shoulders. Help has been pouring in and it is good to hear song and music in the caravan again. They make a glow against the dunes of sand, fires blazing within the oasis, a beacon in the night.

A young boy runs up towards the fire, "A herd of sheep are coming!" He informs Willimina as the sounds of the night are soon overtaken by the sound of sheep bleeting. "Hello there!" Dustin calls out, "Got a place for the sheep?" He looks around for a place to park this flock.

Willimina rises to her feet in a hurry when she's alerted. She hadnt been expecting anyne this late in the evening. She makes her way through the Zingari crowded around the central fire. Once she's outside the circle she can see better. She immediately identifies the strange zingari as one of the clan. "Welcome Cousin!" She says, waving him into the oasis and towards the pens erected for the livestock. "You can pen them up there." She points, and then swings her arm around to a much much larger wagon than those for living in. "Or in there. Take your pick, and then come join us at the fire cousin, introduce yourself and have a drink!"

Dustin nods as he uses his staff to keep the sheep moving, "Hup yup!" He gets the sheep into the pen where Willimina shows him. "Thanks Cousin." He says as he completes his task and counts the sheep, "All accounted for." He looks around, "Willimina here? I was told to report to her with the sheep." He says as he comes back down to the fire, "I'm Dustin, herdsman."

Willimina extends her hand in greeting. "You're speaking with her." Willa's chocolate colored orbs raise to meet with….well, its to dark to see what colro his eyes are, but she meets his gaze none the less. "Well met Dustin! Come, sit, listen to the music and have a drink." She turns and starts walking for the center fire. "Do you have wagons following or is it just you? We have room in the resident wagon if you need it, but you'll have to bunk with one of us or set a tent for now, there are still sick in the resident wagon and we've quaranteed it. But, you can live there when we're on the move again." She gives a loud whistle and all the slow chatter around her stops. The zingari camped around the fire turn to stare at the new arrival. Some are fresh faced and new, and some still wear the signs of their sickness, pale and thin. "Please, make room at the fire andwelcome Dustin, our newest caravan brother!" She announces this loudly and a cheer goes up. Places are shuffled and a cantine of whiskey is offered from somewhere.

Dustin smiles, "Good." He offers her his hand to shake it and then follows after it, "You have 50 sheep, all in good condition and will be ready to be sheared for yawn in a couple of sevendays. Nope it's just me. I'll be happy to bunk with anyone." He looks around to see who's about and he nods, "Understood anything I can do to help them." He gives a wave, "Hello caravan brothers and sisters…I'm looking forward to meeting you all." He takes a drink from the canine and ahs, "That hit the spot." He offers it to Willimina.

Willimina waves off the cantine. "Slake your thirst Dustin, there's plenty of that to go around at least." Willimina raises a brow at Dustin saying it's just him. "Do you not have a wife following you Dustin?" She asks, wondering if she were going to have the first Zingari clan filled with single people. She knew Dayne had a wife coming soon, and Esmara her husband, but other than that, all her new clansman had come in alone. Had Zingari traditions crumbled in the newer era?

Dustin shakes his head, "Not yet unfortunately never found the right girl." He takes another deep drink and ahs softly, "Really lots of singles huh?" He eyes around, "Well perhaps that's why I got set here the elders figure if they put all the singles together they'll get marriages out of it." He chuckles a bit, "I'm sure my mother had something to do with this if that's the truth."

Willimina drops her jaw. "Never found the right girl? You're parents never arranged a marriage for you?" She asks. "Where does your clan hail from Dustin?" She asks, perhaps Ethelinda should be keeping in better touch with the sister clans.

Dustin hmms, "From the western clans. My not being married is well complicated and foolish if you ask me but no one does. It involves one of the game of dice that the elders play. I was supposed to marry my grandmother's best friend's granddaughter, but a year before we were to wed there was some argument about a dice game. Accusations of cheating were leveled and next thing I know the betrothal is off and my ex-betrothed was with betrothed to someone else and because most of the other elders think my grandmother cheated at the dice game they didn't want to betroth me to someone else." He takes another long drink.

Willimina raises her eyebrows and clucks her tongue. "The vices of the old…." She mutters and accepts a flask from someone else. "That's quite the tale indeed. Well, no matter, Lets get you settled then eh. Did your elders have any messages to send?" Willimina takes her seat back in front of the fire and waves Dustin to one of the open seats.

Dustin moves to sit down in front of the fire and he nods as he reaches into his pocket to give the still sealed messages to Willimina, "I hope they are good news." He says as he looks around and eyes the pretty women that are around. HE focuses back on Willimina, "So are you single too?"

"In a manner of speaking…." Willa says tersely, taking the messages from Dustin. Grief lights her eyes. "I'm a widow, and my husband not yet a year in his grave." She tucks the messages into her lap and sighs heavily. She seems to shake off the terseness like a canine casts of water, and her smile is back.

Dustin bows his head, "I am sorry for your lose, you have my condolences. So you have other animals here besides the sheep. I'd be happy to take a look at them until we move out make sure they are all ready to move." He says as he moves to sit down by the fire.

Willimina grins. 'We have a few herdbeast and runners, a couple of avians. The livestock is a little thin right now." She waves towards the pens. "You are more than welcome to look at them tomorrow, but tonight we rest, tonight we drink!" She raises the cantine to the crowd and takes a swig, the guitar starts playing again, the woman starts singing again, and a few people join in with tambourines and drums. Music fills the air. Willimina looks at Dustin, a grin chasing her lips. "So, be merry, rest, drink, and tomorrow the work begins. Welcome to the Mother Clan Dustin." She swigs her whiskey, passes the Cantine off and is drug off by one of the Zingari men to dance. The singing and dancing and drinking went long into the night, and there is a new glimmer of hope amongst the glittering throng.

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