Who: Elia, OH GREAT MASTER OF THE RING Kennet What: Causing trouble, what else? When: An hour or so before dusk, May 1 Where: Kennet's trailer Rating: TBD!
It was that point in the day where things were really beginning to hum with life. Performers were putting their costumes on, makeup was being done, last touches to hair. Props were being taken out, final stages set, spells finished. The circus was set to open in a little over an hour, once full dark fell on the town of St. Francisville.
For her part, Elia was already dressed and made up, her costume typical of the burlesque girls, one of many that she had accumulated over the years that she had performed with the circus. Many years, at this point, although she had never aged a single day. Kennet alone was privy to the secret behind her longevity. Maybe that was why she made it a point to stay on his radar, walking the line between helpful Coven witch and difficult thorn in his side.
Today she had been well-behaved, in a good mood. The move had gone smoothly, the spellwork had all been perfect. Elia took a lot of personal pride in her power. Why shouldn't she, when she had worked so hard to get it?
Finding Kennet's trailer door slightly ajar, the witch pushed it a bit further open, tapping even as she stepped in side. "Are you in, O Great One? And do you have time for a lowly witch, or are you too busy straightening your hat?"