Mid-Maze | Post-Ritual | Prosper & Ava & Bitsy
"Essentially," he nodded - glitter really was particularly dangerous around the eyes and it just got everywhere. But Prosper laughed at the idea of actually dying from glitter. Maybe it was possible. If it got into her lungs - but he didn't think that was going to happen anytime soon without really putting an effort in. "It really is... I think the quote is that it's the 'herpes of the art world' though that is a bit uncouth."
He might have almost winced slightly at having his hair ruffled but he didn't protest more than, "I promise, I did comb it. It's just unruly. Mother says it's the color - it draws magpies in and they make a nest." Of course, he didn't actually believe that but it had been quite the fun tale when he was a child. Speaking of children... He was fairly certain this wasn't someone he'd met before but he made sure to smile brightly at her. "It is a sort of magic, yes. Not proper magic, mind you, but a sort of mundane magic," he had decided he'd said the word 'magic' too many times.
He crouched down to be more at the young girl's level, still smiling, "You should really keep that for yourself. If the Ringmaster gives you a gift, it must be very special." He tapped the side of his nose like he knew a secret - though he didn't. "My name is Prosper," he told her, "What's yours?"