Niamh (faekin) wrote in the_cirque, @ 2024-03-19 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, c: levi mendez, c: niamh blackthorne |
Who: Niamh + Levi
What: Making new friends.
When: Niamh's 2nd day at the Cirque
Where: Near the Mirror Labyrinth
Warnings: Probably not!
Niamh was not a stupid faerie, although she had been accused of such a thing before. She might have liked flowers more than she liked other fae, and she was probably a bit overly partial toward pretty and sparkly things. But she had escaped from Limerick's powerful Summer Court in the darkest hours of the night. She had figured out human currency and how to exchange it for gold coins. She had managed to travel by train and boat and taxi and foot from Ireland, across Europe, following rumor and whisper until she had found the gates to the Circus.
And now, after all of that intrigue and effort and hardship... she was lost. Well, not lost lost. Just turned around a bit. There were so many things in the circus, it was a bit overwhelming. Games and tests and performers and caravans. And for a rather sheltered faerie princess, it was a lot to take in all at once, the kind of place that left her head spinning pleasantly. When she had been traveling, she had been single-minded, driven to ignore everything that wasn’t absolutely necessary because she knew that if she allowed her head to be turned, she would never make it to her destination.
But now she was safe and not frightened, not whisking from one city to another at breakneck speed. Now she could stop to watch the spinning flames of a fire-dancer on the Midway, or follow her nose to the scent of salted and buttered popcorn, or listen to the music coming from one of the clubs, or marvel over the glittering costumes that the seamstresses produced. Now it was safe to be full of wonder and curiosity.
And apparently safe enough not to remember how to get back to the caravan that she had been assigned. Sighing at herself, Niamh walked around the large structure with the sign that indicated it was a Mirror Labyrinth, which she wasn't familiar with as a concept, but the name seemed pretty straightforward. She was tempted to step inside and see it for herself, but figured that honestly a Labyrinth of any kind was the last thing she needed. Instead she turned toward someone passing by her, someone who moved with too much surety to be anything but another employee.
"Excuse me, do you think you could point me toward the caravans? I think I'm a bit turned around..." She lilted in a rather posh sort of brogue, soft and feminine and pretty. The man was taller than her, dark-haired, muscular, and Niamh flashed a warm, slightly sheepish smile. "I've only just arrived, and I don't think I was paying enough mind on the tour."