That tongue...Izzy's mind starts to race at the -possibilities- that such a dexterous tongue could offer.  With her heart pounding , her mind swimming,  she manages to compose her self and nod ,<span style="color: olive">"Thank you ." </span>She is grateful for Serinas understanding, but that doesn't stop her from feeling slightly terrible over the situation.  She sincerely doesn't know what to do next- her mind, a certified mess, her body continues to scream at her to just 'pounce' the girl.   A simple prod, a question..or proposition would sway her mind- she knows it , and she is loathe to feel so 'out of control.'<br/><br/>She sighs and remains silent , letting her mind ramble on. She indulges herself  a bit, letting her long arms wrap around Serina ,  and pulling the girl into a tight hug. She holds the other woman, her face leaning in to breath the scent of the snake charmer.  Izzy's own Opium scented perfume, mixed with the earthy scent of the other woman's perfume causes a low sigh of contentment .  It had been ages since she allowed her self to be so close to someone.  A stolen kiss from a townie here and there,  a sly wink with others - but nothing like this.  The barker smiles contently, rubbing her cheek against Serinas arm  that is still draped around her neck.  She leans in to kiss the girls forehead, before looking up into the midmorning sky.<br/><br/>She spots a shadow atop the trailer, and quirks her brow.   Izzy lets her 'feelers' stretch, her mind actively searching for other  conscious thoughts. She tries her best to avoid Serinas thoughts, as the invasion of privacy was a little too much like 'cheating' for the moral little carnie. She can feel them floating about in the open...it takes a tremendous amount of self control, but Izzy does manage to resist. After some searching she does pick up a slight feeling of panic in the air- fear of not getting caught she isn't sure who the thoughts belong to , but it's enough to bring her back to reality.   The barker sighs, and leans in, whispering into Serinas ear,<span style="color: olive"> "So much for alone... Think we have an audience." </span>She rolls her eyes up towards the top of the wagon.<br/><br/>Izzy backs up a bit, loosening her hug.<span style="color: olive">" Maybe that's our cue to um..get back to work.." </span>she grumbles a bit. Her mind and body both wanting a cavalcade of separate things.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/>Enzo is bored.  After Camelia had run off , he was left with little to do. He walks around the circus grounds, singing his pocket watch on it's chain and whistling a content little tune.<br/>He wonders what his piss-ant sister is up to...She was in an awful rush to find the snake -lady. ...<br/><br/>He shrugs and continues to walk around, watching Gabrielle and Patricia...he grins. He'd love to be in the middle of those two...<br/><br/>He shrugs, continuing along his walk, looking for something to do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>