[Carnival: Hannah & Zoe]
There was too much energy given over to arguing. Hannah would see herself how she was going to. Maybe she didn't want to be a merchant but she had a point about women. No matter who they were, they were automatically put into a role - the role of motherhood, the role of wife, the role of caretaker, housekeeper, lover, mistress, crone, maiden...bitch...witch.
Zoe nods softly, in agreement as she continues to move after Hannah. The tent got larger, but the spectacle grew too. Her pupils twitched from side to side, keeping everything in focus, trying to see everything broad and narrow.
"Thank you." Zoe replies to the compliment. Lessons in life - always say thank you when someone praises you and try not to say you're sorry for living your life.
"I've never been to anything like this. The fairs that came around my town were metal clicking, fumes blowing, caged clowns and tigers on leashes." This seemed ancient. Not worn out and used up but in the way something of value appreciates. A treasure.
Then they stopped and Zoe looked up at the big top, the stake dead center impaling the sky. "To Repose, yes." She wasn't sure what made her seem it, but she knew she didn't look settled in like so many of those that had parked their lives here.