There was a sense of recognition, a flicker of answering darkness from the Hound... and then nothing. For a few moments, Elia waited in the shadows of the burlesque tent, one heeled foot tapping impatiently. Then, with a sigh, she stepped away to follow the magical trail that would lead her to Caleb.
Men.
It took her only a couple of minutes to find him. Her greeting was the soft tap of heels on the black and white path, and then the press of her against his side, both of her arms wrapping familiarly around one of his from behind. "You're the one who disappears, and I'm the one that has to work to get even a hello? My feelings are hurt, Caleb..."