Brushing of the fairy dust from her gloves and licking her fingers to put a strand of hair back in place madame Lovi closed the curtains behind her last customer and smiled softly. The woman had been nervous to say at least. Her whole appearance had already betrayed upon entering her tent that she had caused trouble in her life. It didn't took long for Nesyra to find out what was making the poor townie look like she had just seen a massacre, her future was enough to tell the past to a wellthinking being. She wanted to pat the woman on her shoulder, comfort her in some way, but she knew she couldn't it would only make things worse for the both of them. Letting out a deep sigh she looked over the circusterrain and saw that everything was slowly starting to get crowded.<br/><br/>She could see the young children playing around with balls and toys that were made by the circusfamily, there to be sold to make money. Little dolls of the freaks and performers, it always made her smile when children would be fighting for their favourite performers. Shrugging her shoulders she looked around if there were any more customers, and closed the curtains behind her as soon as she saw that she had a little moment for herself.<br/><br/>Adrian looked up at angelo and grinned, though the usual charm of his smile was nowhere to be seen.<br/><b><br/>
"That sounds about right, I think I need some antiseptic cloth or something, so the wounds will heal easier, else I can't perform tonight.. "<br/>
</b><br/>He looked down at his pants, the pieces of crystal still poking trough the cloth of his trousers, stained with drops of blood in his pocket-area.<br/><b><br/>
".. and maybe some fresh pants would be an wise idea as well, before the show starts.."</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>