Who: Isla & Duncan What: Scottish vampires unite! When: November 8th, late Where: Near the Village Warnings: No idea, at this point
Isla left the Hanged Man, stretching out her muscles as she walked. Her show had been particularly intense that night, she'd pushed herself harder, done more intense poses for longer. She loved the stretch and burn in her muscles, though she was also looking forward to a hot soak in her tiny shower.
She moved silently through the Cirque grounds, weaving in and out of groups of people on her way back towards the Village. A drink was probably the first order of business once she got inside, and maybe she'd hunt later. She hadn't decided yet.
It was while she was turning onto a different path, that she nearly ran into a man going the opposite way. Without thinking, she rose from the ground and glided out of his way. Damn. If he was human, he was going to end up someone's meal now, no one wanted a guest spreading tales about levitating women. "Sorry about that," she said, looking at him from her hovering position."