Hearing a commotion, Maria tilted her head to listen. Was that screaming? Heading in the direction of the noise, she did a quick mental run through the possibilities and came to a quick conclusion: she probably shouldn't be sticking her head into whatever this was. But still, like they say, curiosity killed the cat. Apparently, the same went for birds as well.

Her ears quickly brought her to one of the large tents, most likely the biggest of them all. Carefully, Maria poked her head inside to check out what was going on and see if she could possibly lend a hand only to see that there wasn't anything to scream about. Only a sable haired girl in a full split- which, she decided, looked to be a bit of an uncomfortable position- who was promptly hugged by a second girl who looked practically identical. Looking on were a few other people, each of them with their own little expressions of horror on their face; now that was a comical scene. Comical, at least, if you came in on the tail end of it all, where it looked like the horror was directed at the split.

Looking up, Maria glance at the large pole that held up the tent, following it back down to the ground with her eyes. Where it met the ground was, a bit off, the scene of the crime. It was probably that the girl had climbed and fallen, or climbed and jumped off on purpose. The split was most likely some sort of fancy landing, though Maria was sure most normal people would pull a muscle or something, possibly cracking their pelvis, if they used a split to land. After all, what his the ground first absorbed the shock of the impact. Titling her head, she tried to figure the logic behind such actions, but came up blank.

Delia was startled, her shoulder jumped for a split second when Henri rubbed against her bare feet with his cheek like a domestic cat. She giggled nervously, putting her arm around Maurice. "I'm fine, Maurice... just relax, don't worry about anything!" Delia reassured Maurice, who was also clutching onto her on her peasant blouse. She stroke her hair while patting Henri on his head. She decided to sit down again, careful not too make any more sudden moves as to not confuse Henri.

"Erm... good boy?" Delia murmured, continuing to pat both Maurice and Henri. She felt silly looking like a mother taking care of her two children. But still, she did not mind, being a kind and caring girl after all.

"Y-you can stop that now, mister Henri," she said, her voice shaking slightly from being nervous, turning red. Her sensitive skin tingled where Henri rubbed his cheek against.

"So... I'm Delia," she introduced herself to Maurice, smiling. "What's your name?"

Cassiel nodded his thanks, smiling as he watched the dandelion seeds flying and whirling about on the wind. Laughing softly as one landed on his hand, he raised it up to blow it away. Glancing back up at Delia, he frowned slightly as she spoke about her father.
"I'd say I'm sorry for your loss...But apologising never seems to help when one had nothing to do with it." He answered softly. The half-fey jumped in surprise as the snake began to approach him. While he was fond of all nature and such, snakes still made him slightly nervous. Remaining completely still, he watched the snake, beginning to get curious. Cassiel almost moved to pick it up when he heard the sounds of screams, and saw Henri latching onto Delia's leg. Standing up quickly he strode forwards, looking furious.
"You shouldn't be so nice Delia, when he's sober he'll make your life misery because of it." He growled, still glaring at the drunk owner of the circus. "Would you like me to get him off you?" He added, a dark expression flitting over his face before vanishing.

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"Ah, it's fine, it's fine... don't worry about it!" Delia told him cheerfully, finally lifting her leg off from Henri. She sat next to Cassiel along with Maurice on her opposite side, laughing at Cassiel's reaction to her snake.

"Go on, he wont harm you, I'm postively sure he likes you, Cas," Delia commented, letting the snake inspect Cassiel's face first, before slithering towards on his right shoulder. The snake seemed to be satisfied, coiling up before flickering its tongue on behind his ear cheekily.

"I told you he likes you," she giggled. Delia looked at the remaining dandelion seeds flying away, which made her feel a little bit down. "When I get healthy enough to fly once more, I'll take you up to the sky!" she nudged Cassiel, grinning from ear to ear.

((yaay!!! welcome back! :D ))

((Eh... is the thread dead already? I hope not >_<;;;))

((I also hope that it's not dead. I would have posted, but I'm sorta waiting on the people dealing with the blind twin's fall o' doom so I can see if they'll bother to take note of my character. I woulda posted if not for that delay...))

Tarra then felt people looking at her and smiled. "nothing to worry about people, just a normal thing for me."she called to them liked it was ntohing. Which it was true that it was nothing to her. No fall could hurt her and nothing could hurt her. "by the way I am tarra and this is sarra." she said as she tugged away from her sister

Sarra smiled happly and then waved to a girl that had just came in. She looked nice and she wondered if she worked at this place. Maybe they could live here since it seemed like everyone here was different and it was a circuse. She just smiled and waved sine that was all she could do.

((Oh dear, what happened to the others?? T^T ))

Delia lay down on the grass, watching the dandelion fly by.

((To be continued x_X))

Instead of waiting to see whether or not the people within the Big Top would take notice of her, Maria stepped back. Letting the flap closed she let out a small sigh; obviously, she wasn't the only strange one there. Still, the people that had been gathered there weren't exactly the sorts she could see herself conversing with as her first friends outside of the village. Unlike her people, they were noisy and boisterous with a sense of immaturity- at least in comparison to her culture- and had no real common sense, as was evident by the other girl's fall of epic proportions. Still, she wasn't one to talk. After all, Maria was quite sure she would have done the same, except on purpose and from a ladder: climbing poles wasn't in her interests, but falling was. Even so, she would have at least waited until the area was clear as not to concern anyone. That aside, no one within the tent even looked remotely like the head of the circus, so they obviously weren't who she was looking for.

Stepping back a bit more, she turned around once more to survey the tents. To here, they all looked practically the same. Yes, there were some color and size variations, but that didn't make a difference to her. It was like walking around in a new city and, though all the skyscrapers are obviously difference, they still all look similar until one get's to know the area. In Maria's case, she was far from knowing the area or, for that matter, anything about it, and therefore still had no idea where to continue her search. After all, this was the first time she' ever visit this circus, or any circus for that matter.

"If I were the leader" she spoke to herself, tone light an airy, just below the usual volume one would use for speaking, "Where would I be?"

((If your character has no one to interact with/you're waiting on someone that hasn't replied in forever, I don't mind you randomly striking up conversation with Maria...))