Re: : [Carnival: Hannah & Zoe]
She'd never had wings. Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, she'd never had wings, not real ones, and even the colorful ones of childhood costumes had been made of cotton candy sugar and melted in the slightest bit of rain. But she was here now, bedecked, and she smiled at the serious girl with the dark hair. And dark hair or no, this girl reminded her a tiny bit of Mars, of how Mars walked through the world, and so she stood and waited and blinked slowly, and she missed the sister who didn't think she was her sister, Maybe that had something to do with her feet staying planted, planted, like flowers seeking water deep in dry earth.
"Hi," she repeated, echoed, smile soft, voice softer.
Tip of her head, ear to shoulder, and as if she was considering something. And it was night and dark, the stars shone and the neon magic of the carnival always made it a little bit harder for Hannah to hold onto reality and mundane, and so she reached for the girl, taking her hand if allowed and tugging once, soft, quick, brief, brief. "You don't need tickets. I'll take you wherever you want to go," she offered, unfocused and gauzy, something otherworldly playing dress-up beneath the moon. "What do you like?" she asked, because that would determine where she took the nameless girl. "Rides, scares, performances, games?" she asked, listing a litany of things in singong procession.