07-18-2012, 03:16 PM
Ophelia looked over her shoulder as the naga twins came walking in. She flashed the two a smile- she knew the sisters hated this sort of weather just as much as she did. "Azra, Chenol." The Fae caught a flash of silver as the two brought their hands down from their hair. "You two just get back from patrol?" She questioned softly. After what had happened in Greece, Ophelia knew that most of their more powerful performers had spent the better part of the night patrolling the circus borders. It was a good thing they likely wouldn't have a show tonight, or several acts would have been dead on their feet or out right cancelled. Still, the caution was definitely necessary, with Zalia's magic still gone. Ophelia's whip was coiled at her waist, and a short silver dagger called her belt its home as well.
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