Unlike her technical half-brother, Claire had been to a circus before, but it'd been so long ago, before her life hit every jagged corner and hard twist, that it almost felt like a false-memory. Like something she'd seen in a movie once, while not really paying attention. She remembered flashes, not sequences. Elephants with big feathery plumes on their heads. The smell of hay and popcorn mixed. A trapeze artist dressed like a clown, swinging above a huge rope net.
She wouldn't say she was excited about the trip, but that had nothing to do with the destination itself, or Rory. After the events of the day before, her emotional fortitude was off balance. Actually, it was off balance a lot lately, and she knew exactly why. Claire had fought everything from the most ancient and powerful beings of the universe to feral vampires and child-ghosts, but hormones didn't have a damn weakness to exploit. Not to mention everything that would come later.
Maybe a day out would do her good, she figured. And Rory was one of the island's inhabitants she allowed herself to interact with regularly- for obvious reasons. In her usual faded jeans, lightweight boots, and tank top, she made her way to the door. The heat and humidity was a pain in her ass, on top of everything else, so she opted for no over-shirt, and her hair was twisted in a somewhat haphazard bun at the crown of her head. She could tell he was way more psyched about this than normal, which was kind of adorable. It pulled at her small half-smile as she approached.