Although his walk back to his wagon had been peaceful for a time, the children and their screaming and howling announcement of the Ringmaster's arrival caught him unawares. Though he didn't fall over, Angelo had to give a bit of a jump to avoid being run over by the little ones, putting a hand over his hat to make sure that it didn't fall off and get trampled. After regaining his footing and composure, Angelo decided to find the Ringmaster himself, and made his way to where he figured the man would be, a smile decorating his face.<br/><br/>Agatha sighed. She looked over to the scorpions, who seemed to share some kind of empathy with her. It wasn't that she could actually talk with them, or some other ridiculous feat; it was simply a sort of animal mojo she had, and it didn't stop at cats. The one that had pressed itself to the glass and creeped out that fellow who'd appeared earlier that morning was now looking straight at Agatha in return, its pincers laying in front of it relaxedly. She walked over and put a hand on the glass, where the scorpion then prodded at it with one of its claws. She smiled wearily at the animal; she knew it didn't understand what exactly she was going through, but that it probably was able to deduce that she wasn't feeling well.<br/><br/>It was always nice to know that someone cared, even if they weren't human.<br/><br/>Again, a sigh, and then Agatha decided that she ought to get to the Ringmaster. He'd arrived sometime ago, just after she finished her barking act, and so she figured that she was probably wanted anyway. Probably for a report of some kind. Making her way through the carnival, Agatha trudged her way in what direction she believed him to be.<br/><br/>((Just so you know, this is for in case somebody else wants to interact with either Angelo or Agatha while they head towards the Ringmaster. They're open for whatever you may have in mind.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>