London & Cora & Open
London had felt a bit more at home at the circus than anywhere else but now it almost felt like he was a crippled wildebeest in a cage with hungry lions. Maybe it hadn't been wise to have so many species of beings that, according to folklore (and pop culture), didn't always get along. Shit was bound to hit the fan.
He noticed her on her tip toes trying to get a better look and figured maybe his height could help her. He looked around as her words registered in his brain. Spirits. She was looking for a spirit. He couldn't see spirits. He stopped looking. "You can get on my shoulders if that would help you see better," he offered. He was over six feet so she'd have a sight line over the heads in front of them.