Who: Nali & Ghede What: Keeping watch When: June 8th, late evening Where: Cirque grounds Warnings: Unlikely Prompt: Guardian
So far, things had been going rather peacefully during this stop. Ghede, of course, used the opportunity to knock on wood whenever he could, because even voicing that thought in his head seemed like it might jinx it. Still. He was holding out hope that they'd leave here with a minimum of incidents.
He'd finished his show with the marionettes, and once they'd all been taken care of and stored for the night, he found himself with some free time. And, as he was usually inclined to do, he started to walk. Spirits occasionally peeled off and joined him, floating around his body in a cloud that few could see, and even fewer could hear. Ghede listened to each of them in turn, nodding as they raised concerns or brought him bits of news. They could go almost anywhere, and they kept him apprised of things that might need to be brought to the attention of security or the Ringmaster. It was almost like a network of spies, though he never used them to harm someone else.
People moved around him, giving him and his unseen companions a wide berth. He knew what he must look like to them, an old man talking to what looked like thin air. He didn't mind. He'd been called crazy enough times over his long, long life, it wasn't about to start affecting him now. The spirits of the Cirque were in his charge, and he took that charge very seriously. Let them think what they liked.