Zanna & OPEN
Ostia really had been lovely. Temperate, seaside. Zanna had good memories of the area despite not having visited in recent history, and she was enjoying the brisk business she was able to do. The uptick in hunting in Danvers had helped to restore her stock, and her products were well-liked by the guests in this part of the world. Even before all the children disappeared, her shop was doing very well, as it had every night; the sensibilities in Europe were much different than in America.
It had been especially busy, the sort of busy that kept the Fae from venturing out too much. But she had found some time, briefly closing up her shop in order to slip out for a bite to eat. Herbal tea could only do her for so long. She was halfway to the Lady's Table when the sound of shots brought her head up, her brows lowering at once. Screams followed, and Zanna felt the hairs on the back of her neck lift.
Whatever was happening, the human guests were all but helpless, unable to defend themselves as the Cirque employees could. Abruptly her steps turned, carrying her toward the Midway at a jog. The humans would need to be guided into safe places, and her thoughts were on making sure the crowds of youngsters were first on the list.