Who: Ciaran and Cressida What: Reunions of the (deservedly) violent sort Where: Midway When: November 14th, late afternoon Warnings: TBD
The previous few days had been a whirlwind for Ciaran. It hadn't been his intention to stumble upon a magical circus during his exploration of Thailand, having only travelled there to scout out the unseen places in his ongoing journey of endless discovery. Yet he had gotten more than he'd bargained for when he had been enticed by some mysterious force that had urged him towards the grounds, as though it could offer him something that he didn't know he needed, a promise of something more. It hadn't taken him long to decide to sign the magical contract that had appeared before him in the empty trailer he had been brought to, the draw of travelling the world with company rather than continuing to do so alone too strong a pull to refuse. For the first time in a long while, Ciaran felt as though he had a purpose.
The heat outside, whilst heavy and sticky, didn't deter the siren from popping out of his newly acquired trailer with the intention to explore his new home. Sketchbook under one arm and pencil tucked behind his ear, he meandered along the pathways and took in the sights of the circus. It wasn't nearly as impressive in the daylight, without the twinkling lights and mysterious air to draw people in, though the scale of it was immense. Each little detail caught Ciaran's eye, every tent and stall committed to memory, and it wasn't long before he began to observe his fellow workers as they geared up for opening. Everything, everything, was captivating.
So caught up in drinking in the sights all around him, Ciaran barely paid his immediate surroundings any attention, his body blocking one of the main paths as he continued to think on what exactly he would sketch first.