The night had seemed to draw on without Eden’s permission. He hated the length of it, the way it seemed to move in slow motion just to spite him for whatever he’d said or done to illicit such a reaction from it. Was the world against him? That wouldn’t have surprised him considering the amount of blood that stained his hands from his past. The life of the beast was to kill or be killed and Eden had the lesson beaten into him from an early age. You are either worthy of the change, of bearing the curse, or you died. No exceptions.
This was his first night. There was no show for him, not yet, but he suspected they’d make him work soon. It was advantageous of him to explore, however, and to familiarize himself with the grounds as well as the other performers. He couldn’t sleep anyway so a tour didn’t seem impossible. Exhaustion touched his features but he ignored it.
He bypassed a few tents, wandered through the midway following those strange, intriguing smells, and ended up at the Big Top. Eden watched a few of the performances there trying to get an idea of expectations, what the crowds looked like, the capacity of the performances. These were all very important things.
After a while he grew bored and his interest in the others began to wane.
Leaving the Big Top Eden nearly ran into a woman who was travelling with what seemed to be a cobra dangling around her neck. He stopped short of crashing into her (he hated to apologize for anything so not knocking her over was doing them both a favor). “They don’t scare you?” He inquired softly. He knew the answer already and he was sure it was a question posed at her a million times but he felt it an appropriate place to start.