Lucy & Ric
"Your brother sounds positively impish. Should I expect the same from you?" wondered Ric. In regards to his distinction among the circus folk, he supplied, "I happen to know a little magic. Enough to set me apart from your average man or woman, I suppose, but not so much that I rightfully feel a part of the witch community. It's a never-ending struggle of trying to find my place."
Admitting to a sense of dysphoria made him feel like an angst-ridden teenager all over again. Their eventual arrival among rows and rows of quaint little homes disguised to the eyes of guests as ramshackle wagons provided a much-needed change of subject. Ric rarely went visiting and thus had to confess, "I, ah, don't rightly know which is yours. Should you prefer to keep it that way, I'll bid you adieu here instead of at your door. Otherwise, you'll have to do me the honors of taking the lead."