Oded & Zanna & Open
He felt a thread of power when her hand touched his, but no images came readily forward. Not a human, then. No, she was lovely in a way that spoke of sirens or Fae, a supernatural beauty that was alluring. Or would have been given the situation.
Normally, that would not deter Oded, but there was a taste of the demonic in the air and he knew he would be under suspicion, as would his brother and little sister. It wasn't his style, to be sure, but there would be an ever-present suspicion.
"I was delayed after final performance and heard not a whisper," Oded explained easily. He'd felt a hunger, but had attributed it to the inexplicable gathering of restless spirits hovering around the edges of the Cirque. Damned spirits.