Once Obscura finished getting dressed, she walked outside again. She heard the same boys that had taken away her shower towel still giggling, obviously watching her departing her tent. She smiled at them and nodded as she turned to walk off towards the barking Izzy. When the boys turned to returned to their duties, Obscura bent her neck to the side as if stretching it and suddenly one of the boys tripped and fell flat on his face.. screaming... "I Brolke my noseph!" As Obscura walked away she smelled the tangy tinge of iron in the air among all the other Carnival aromas.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>At the entrance of the quickly rising Carnival, all the workers, foremen, performers and aids all stopped in the tracks as they saw an extremely large, black<a class="externalLink" href="http://liberallifestyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Hearse-A-late-1920s-Cunningham-Model-V-coach-owned-by-Healey-and-Roth-Funeral-Home-of-Little-Rock-Arkansas..jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Healey &amp; Roth Steam Powered Herse</a>belonging to none other than the Ring Master, steam rising from it's engine as the rest of the Carnival works rose to honor it's arrival. It wouldn't arrive anywhere near the Barking Izzy for some time but the wave of people who suddenly stopped what they were doing, removed their hats and placed it over their hearts sent a ripple of excitement through the slowly growing Carnival.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>