Who: Asher, Iris & Marlow What: Reunions Where: Iris's Castle When: Nov 10th, late evening Status: On-Going
So far, not telling Asher about her joining up with the cirque wasn't that hard. All she had to do now was get in touch with Marlow and not be seen. That should be fine, right? Pulling her hood closer around her face so that no one would readily give her attention, she made her way to where the trailers were supposed to be. The area wasn't as brightly lit as she expected, but then again, it was at peak operating hours for the cirque. Or, at least, that was her guess by the amount of people that filled the tents and pathways. She found her own place easily enough, the outside looking like a little castle.
Honestly, she hadn't thought that her living quarters would be this perfect for her but here she was, overly surprised. She couldn't help the little squeal as she dropped her bag in the living room. The inside was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and she almost felt like spinning in circles. But! Now was not the time for that. She had to get settled quickly so that she could be ready for when Marlow drug her brother over. Her bag was thrown onto the middle of the bed, her long currently white hair trailing over her shoulders as she moved around, humming happily. There had been a bunch of people to describe her as obnoxious but she usually had too much energy for her small size.
Finally ready and dressed a little more her-like, she settled down and messaged her cousin, telling her it was time. She really couldn't wait to see them. How many years had it been? For her brother it had been at least eight.