As the Vistani caravans move to and fro several places in the Core, recently one has travelled to Borca. The giorgio travellers had an amused face when they left, a more worried expression when they came back. Something has happened in the Cathedral of Ezra that not many of them would like to share. And despite her warnings, despite several suggestions and even her own words, the Vistana known as Camille has, apparently, married a giorgio.
The memory of the thirteen is still on the expression of the Vistani at the camp, yet some of them are being cautious of this wedding. What they are singing about in their Lunaset tonight is not known. Somewhere in the future someone is selling the past to gods and future to mortals.