<span style="color: maroon">"Yeah, that'll do the trick, sugar,"</span>Camelia replied. She waited for Angelo to close the door to his trailer, before she set her pace towards the fields behind them. They made their way inbetween various tents and wagons, and the tattooed lady nodded with a polite smile to anyone she would meet on her path through the Cirque.<br/><br/>Then the field laid itself out before them. Corn stalks rose up to heights of 7-8 feet, hiding the vanishing forms of both Angelo and Camelia as they walked through the field. After a few minutes, they reached a small opening inbetween the corn and Camelia turned to look at her fellow cirque-member as a quiet sigh escaped from her lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"I didn't know who to go to, Angelo. I hope y'all don't be mindin' I dragged you outta here..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>