02-23-2015, 01:07 AM
He scoffed and crossed his arm. Purple locks certainly suited only a few. Everard eyed the twins warily. Like snakes, they made his skin crawl; the fact that they were twins only made it worse. He averted his eyes and concentrated on Zella and Caudia. "Well, so long as they don't cause trouble ..." He laughed and shook his head.
When did the twins not cause trouble?
"What are our plans today?" His eyes roved to delicate Caudia. "Perhaps we could show Zella around the circus, if she would like that."
Everyone had walked away, leaving her alone. She glanced at the table and sighed. Where to now? There was the feathered girl, and her pale haired shadow. Adira had entered the tent, along with the woman who had know her before she'd even spoken her name. The strong woman blinked, shifted uncertainly; it felt like walking on a tight rope without any fail safe, like a dance without light. One wrong move, and Rosie feared she would be shunned; the circus was her last resort.
She went to get a plate of food, piling fruits and eggs atop her plate. She ignored the bacon, and ended up tumbling back; food went flying everywhere. Rosie turned red to the roots of her honey blond hair; twisting around, the young woman wrung her hands together. "I'm so sorry!" She stared straight at Cole.
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