The magician smiled like a puppy who'd performed well, leaning her blue-haired head against Elizabeth's shoulder and closing her eyes, her heart beating like a pigeon's, though she was acclimating. The attendant was overwhelmingly lovely, but... Gabrielle was making a fool of herself and she knew it.<br/><br/>"So what are we gathering for? It's not often that the ringmaster has gatherings like this."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>