Serina stumbled bleary-eyed from her "cage" It was a large iron-barred square, currently covered in canvas to keep out the wind out. She always thought it was funny that the locals always liked the freaks to be in cages. If they only new that hers was never locked and for that matter she could slip between the narrowly spaced bars with ease. She looked around, her slitted green eyes taking in the troupe's latest stop and her long-fingered hands smoothing the rumpled jacket and pants that she had fallen asleep in.<i> Oh Well,</i>she thought to herself,<i> such things happen.</i>Thin pale arms stretched above her head, moving to disturbing angles to truly stretch her incredibly flexable form. Light pink lips parts in a yawn, baring wicked looking fangs as her long, forked tongue lashed out of her mouth.<br/><br/>When her eyes focused on a cart that she did not recognize she immediately straightened her posture and her tongue retracted before her teeth came together with a soft click.<i> Great the locals had already shown up, so much for acted normal </i>(for her anyways). Now she had to act... mundane. Serina sulked, letting a huff out through her nose, causing her nostrils to flare in a cute gesture as she crossed her lean arms over her modest chest. Her eyes scanned around, noting that there only seemed to be one unidentified wagon that she could see. Her spirits immediately picked up. As long as she could avoid whoever came in that thing it would be business as usual. Those long slender fingers ran through her dishevelled hair and adjusted her cap so it cocked slightly to the side before she set off.<br/><br/>Whistling softly, the lithe girl moved to where the commotion was, her body sliding with a sinuous grace that came so naturally to her. She paused, her head tilting to the side as she caught sight of a movement out of the corner of her eye. Diving into the dirt she came up on her feet with a soft cry of victory. Cradled in her hands was a little brown field mouse. Her finger stroked the top of its head as she rose to her feet. With another soft hissing sound escaped and she trudged back to her home and slipped back inside. Opening a glass cage she looked in and reached in to pet her albino king cobra, Kingy. In retrospect she thought the name was silly, but what could she do she had received him as a gift when she was eight. Her fingers slid affectionately over the flared hood and tickled him under his head. Then she simply dropped the mouse in and closed the top of the cage. There, now both of her friends were well fed. The other, a six foot green tree boa named Viridis, was still sleepily digesting the small rabbit one of the troupe had caught during their travels.<br/><br/>Satisfied that they would not go hungry, Serina once again hopped to the ground to see if anything was ready to eat before she herself starved. Still, despite her hunger she took her time, basking in the morning sun. Even though she was not cold-blooded like her friends, she really did prefer a clear warm day and this one promised to be nice if it was already so warm this early. Once she had gotten closer to the familiar sounds and commotion of the circus setting up her eyes scanned around for who was up already. She waved to anyone who caught her eye and skipped merrily amongst them, offering greetings and just for the fun of it smacking a backside or two. She hummed to herself as she stopped to help where needed, although most of the work so far was the heavy lifting so she was not able to help too much. A short while later she had made her way around to the cook's wagon.<span style="color: green"> "I -NEED- food!! I'm wasssting away. What'sss for breakfassst?" </span>She said through a wide grin, putting as much drama into her soft voice as she could muster.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>