<b>Re: Under the Glass Moon [MarxistPanda, xWickedBlackLace, Ve</b><br/><br/>Sara continued to nuzzle and comfort her little Serpente, "We'll get you out soon, I promise you. Tonight. Don't cry..." She said softly as her hands moved over her shoulders, stroking the skin she could find, fingers moving up to gently stroke her cheek. While Sybil was tormented in her lack thereof clarity, Sara was listening. Even though the one who had come tried to make no sense, it fell onto her sensitive ears. The careful steps of a footfall outside the tent, far unlike the heavy footfalls from the Ringmaster.<br/><br/>However, she found herself in a different position as he spoke, her hands gripping the other woman's shoulders as she was deposited into her lap. "Calm down, Sybil, use your nose..." She said softly as her feline ear flicked towards him. She herself couldn't move as fast or as far as Sybil could. She needed to conserve what she had left. If her ears were fake, as John had assumed, they certainly wouldn't move about like a feline's would. "I heard him coming..." She slowly turned her head to look at him, her eyes flickering and killing that sense of hope that was rumbling to to the surface. Not that she didn't trust her instincts but she wouldn't put it past the Ringmaster to show his ugly mug again so soon.<br/><br/>Slowly she nuzzled into the other woman's neck, a soft comforting purr lingering in the back of her throat before started to speak again, "Your curiosity is going to get you hurt if you're not careful, Human. Do not let your fear give you away." She tilted her head to one side her long cascade of black hair falling from her shoulders. An outsider was rare outside the Carnival's life of the town, slowly she slid her tail from around Sybil's waist to move across the cage closer to the man. "What is your name? I promise we will not harm you," She glanced up at Sybil, before letting her gaze rest on him again. She was the calm inside a torrential storm, however her own mind had thoughts. Thoughts that his smell had brought to the surface that she had thought long since dead.<br/><br/>They needed help, he was the one who would give it to them. If he decided to attempt to pull her tail, a startled 'mrowl' would leave her lips, the tail's fur stand on end and feel very real, complete with the bones and cartilage to make him think otherwise from the fake. Unlike Sybil, Sara was cursed to never be able to hide all of her features. No matter what she would always have the cat ears and tail. He would soon learn otherwise that this was no ordinary carnival, and these were no ordinary women. She just hoped she could get Sybil free before the Ringmaster came back. If no one else, she needed to get out faster. Sara would survive, if she needed to, but the threads of her teeth. She wasn't so sure about Sybil anymore.