They came to her to know what the crystal revealed. She blew the smoke away and told ‘em what their souls betrayed.
The Gypsy - I saw her in my dream once. Drew her from that vague, visual memory. Pretty close to how i saw her - her countenance is clear as the crystal behind which she sat. The settings were South Amercican and she seemed to have no history or concern for tomorrow. Everyone loved her, her mystery - she hated it. But the more she tore away from it, the more it sucked her in.
Who knows, i might meet her some day on one of my travels around the world. :-)