Gabrielle's face lit up at the sound of someone calling her name, a familiar shape in the distance, outlined against the rising tents and banners of the circus. She'd finally found it, and even after all this time, they'd remembered her.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Angelo,"</span>she said with a warm, if somewhat shy smile, picking up her pace and jogging the rest of the distance between herself and the circus, catching the man in a tight hug.<span style="color: #0000ff">"God, how I've missed you. It's been such a long time -- and with the war, and whatnot... I'm just happy you made it through alright. How many of us made it back to the Cirque?"</span><br/><br/>Her voice was as different as her face, though instead of a fresh pattern of new scars, it was a different accent she wielded. Her natural French accent had faded almost completely, only manifesting in a strange lilt to her voice and a hint of an accent when she said "Cirque." Pulling back from the hug, she glanced around quickly, trying to take stock of those who had come together to form the new family, spying several unfamiliar faces at first. Also of some notice was that she had seemingly stolen Angelo's cigar, taking a long puff off of it as she surveyed the circus, then turned her attention back to the man himself. Still ever the magician, only now a magician who had just undergone a decade of being a professional thief and spy.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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