Seeing him move toward the carousel was enough, and Letha slipped out of her hiding place and deeper into the maze of tents. It was almost a shame that they would be leaving; if it had been anywhere else, she might have been annoyed that she would have to learn yet another layout for the attractions just when she was beginning to get used to this one.
>> Asking me what I'm wearing? >> I have a very protective older brother, you know.
She didn't stay as long, this time, leading him with brushes of her scent against things – the entrance to the Seance tent, the side of the Weather tent. If she could trust Marco with anything, it was to stubbornly refuse to lose the game, lighthearted as it was.
There was only one more lengthy stop, where her scent pooled in the Dining Hall, mixing with the ever-present smells of food, savory and sweet things melding together until there was almost no difference between them. And then the silvery-fresh scent of the witch's power layered over it, lingering and then disappearing back out into the circus.
By the time he followed the trail she had created, everything was ready. The entrance to the Stargazer was tied halfway open, and Letha's unmistakable smell was fresh inside, filling up the small space. There were other scents – a selection of food that she had pilfered from the Dining Hall, the clean linen scent of the blanket that the witch was stretched out on. "You're so slow," she teased, turning her head toward him, her hands not moving from where they were propped behind her head. "I thought you were supposed to be some great hunter, hmm?"