Who: Elia & Kennet What: A journal. A nap. When: May 26th, afternoon. After this. Where: Kennet's trailer. Rating: TBD
On any other day an invitation to Kennet's trailer would have been cause for celebration. She had certainly never been invited before, although she bothered him there frequently enough. It had always annoyed him to have her turn up, to have her intrude on his space, and so she had always taken special pleasure in doing so. There was little more fun than getting under the Ringmaster's skin.
That she was the annoyed party was proof of how poorly the witch was feeling. Usually a morning of rest would have cured her of her fatigue, but having her own magic thrown back at her had been highly irregular. Her head was still pounding, and she hadn't been able to sleep properly at all. The last thing she wanted was to go out into the sun.
There she was, though, muttering to herself as she approached Kennet's door. Her dark hair was tousled, her eyes hidden behind dark-tinted glasses, her body hastily dressed in leggings and a tunic. She knocked, casting a dark look over her shoulder at the sunlight while she waited for admission. If he went back on his offer of a quiet place to nap, she was already planning the series of hexes that she would cast. Maybe she couldn't harm Kennet himself, but she could certainly make everything around him malfunction to an extreme.