<span style="color: maroon">"Swirly? I can work with swirly. Think I might even have a lil' idea for a girl like yourself,"</span>Camelia said as she smiled towards Gabrielle. She took the flowers that appeared out of nowhere and couldn't help but blush ever so slighty, just a slight tinge of red gracing her otherwise pale cheeks. Bringing the bouquet to her nose, Camelia inhaled the smell. She loved flowers, she always had. She remembered playing in the backyard when she was younger during springtime, loving the blossoms and the newly bloomed flowers. That was before life got strange and needlessly complicated. But fortunately, that life was over. She was home now, home at the Cirque with her fellow outcasts.<br/><br/>Camelia stood aside and allowed the two women to walk into her wagon, guiding them over to a luxurious looking sofa just right of the door. It had bordeaux red cushions on it, made from velvet, and next to it was a small table with some glasses, a bottle of absynth and a caraf full of water. She looked outside and placed her cigarette inbetween her lips again, inhaling another cloud of smoke, before closing the door.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"Make yourselves comfortable, anythin' I could offer y'all? A drink maybe?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>