“It’s alright, little ones. I don’t mind.” The man had a strange accent as well. It made Vita think of the cold drinks her mama made sometimes in the summer.

“You’re from an ice-land, aren’t you, mister!” Vita said, her dark head cocked to one side.

The man whistled. “Well, aren’t you a perceptive little one! I am indeed. I suppose if all your people are like you, I should get a…what do you call it, a palm reading?” He tapped the counter of the fortune telling tent.

Vita grinned. “You should, mister. My mama works here. So does Nadya’s.”

The man raised his eyebrows. “Well, then. Perhaps you can introduce me, young lady?” He held out his arm gallantly. Vita giggled and took it. She’d never been called a lady before.

“Mama mama mama!” Nadya squealed as she ran ahead into the tent.