"I can change the soundtrack if you want!" Issac yelled from down the midway. His darkling, Beauregard, that Elia had gifted him months ago perched on his shoulder, Issac already had a small gathering of patrons following him as if he were the pied piper of the mundane. Rarely did Issac expand his magic in such a way and he would never regret the amount used for the sake of the Wild Hunt, but the grow of magical power in the ever night bubble the cirque sat in made him pulse with electricity.
"Come, this way, ladies, gents and every other spectrum willing or not." He instructed his small group of followers. Their eyes glazed over in their own split from the reality of terror around them.
Walking around to each of the gathered witches and warlocks, he kissed everyone on the cheek happily. The dark mess of hair ever more a mess signifying some kind of chase or action had happened in those beginning hours of the Hunt after the horn had blown. Green eyes glistened with mischief and a puppy-like excitement.
"Death by diabetes is sometimes really fast, you should see the treats." He winked at their newcomer. "Aww, it's like a family holiday!" Issac handed Beauregard off to Greyson with a smile and another kiss on the man's cheek. The darkling chittered angerly before humming a huff and looking up at the animal witch.
He paused, looked around and then exclaimed. "Oh! Right! Patrons, lovelies; lovelies, patrons. One for every flavour needed." He put his hands on the shoulder of one man and whispered loudly. "This one has a magical lineage but refused to sign up so he's free game." Another wink, this time toward Lila.