Contract signed, Ringmaster spoken to, Orion was free to roam around as his grandmother and cousin settled into their trailer that had somehow appeared and fit the travellers' personalities without much need to adjust. Orion had been given his own next to theirs, on the assumption that he was a grown enough man and could handle his own tiny home.
Sauntering toward the circus, he paused as the flames of a small fire flared up and lit the small area around it. Leaning in curiosity, Orion approached the form he saw lay down. "Mind if I join?" He called out, uncertain what kind of personality he'd run into.
From what he had been told, there were many different types of supernaturals that belonged to the circus and Orion would not be surprised if they did not like Romani-types. Even if not every family had witchcraft in their line, their people were blessed by greater spirits and supernaturals frowned at them as much as uneducated humans.