While the night had been deemed a holiday and therefore no one in the employ of the Cirque would be working, Kennet had spent his required hour at the beginning of the party before removing himself to his trailer. There was always something for him to handle after all. The night previous’ debacle went better than the one that had happened in Louisiana, at least far less minds had been injured in dealing with the spirit of Jack the Ripper. While the spirit would no longer be trouble to the Cirque any time they were in London, the Ringmaster knew that it had not been destroyed. He had been asked not to completely destroy it. Though no soul within their community needed to know that information.
Sitting in a darkened trailer, the Djinn took the moment of peace to relax- as much as he could. The costume removed and his form running hotter from the disturbance at the Cirque, Kennet decided to meditate. His fire pushed at the surface of his skin and bent at the invisible bindings when he felt Elia’s presence stumble toward his trailer. He sighed.
Opening the door, he looked over at Elia. His icy blue eyes trailing down her body covered with gold and the delicate chains crossing her body. Tilting his head, he kept his face expressionless. “Hiding are we?” He asked. “Or are you here as a wish to have me to go back to the party?”