There was little to nothing of a conversation while the pair had stood in the corn, riddled with tall grass as well, all of it quaking with a minute, almost otherwise unnoticeable breeze. Angelo's wine red eyes contacted Camelia's vividly contrasting green ones, and there was something of a spark between them. It was not one of lust, or even romance, but of familial love. Angelo then wrapped his arms around the woman who was trembling with sadness. Their arms locked, and Angelo's heat could be felt all the way through his suit; his passion and zest for life, love and family burned through his very being, warming Camelia's tender, silky skin through her own clothes. He held the hug for a few long, tenuous moments, and then let go. His eyes were moist, tiny droplets forming on his dark lashes; they steamed as they evaporated, keeping his natural scent of nitro glycerin and carrying it into the air. He offered Camelia a smile, which she returned. "<span style="color: red">Know that I, Angelo Tsikouna, will always be your brother and friend, and you are more than welcome to return. I would fight the Ringmaster himself if it meant we could be family again,</span>" he promised her as he took a step back.<br/><br/>Watching as Camelia followed suit, Angelo removed his hat and held it to his heart, Camelia doing so with her bare hands to her own chest. The breeze began to pick up and make the straw and husky stalks become more prominent in their swaying, their golden skins shining in the sunlight. She began to walk away, taking one last glance in Angelo's direction with tears running down her cheeks before finishing turning around and striding away through the field of maize.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">I swear upon my own soul, we will meet again, someday.</span>"<br/><br/>And at that, Angelo set his hat back on his head and walked to the Cirque again. Though he still despaired over the loss of a sister, all it did was give him even more drive to finish his project for Gabrielle, to show that he- no, that they<i>all</i>cared.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Grasping the advertisement in her hand, Agatha quickly scurried away to the area just outside of the engineer's workshop. She unclenched her fist and looked the paper up and down again, making sure that she'd read it all perfectly. Deciding to take things into, for the most part, her own six hands, Agatha knew to find someone to help her, if only for the most simple yet somehow still complicated problem of money. She had none to her name, as she'd never needed to go into town without someone to be at her side, and so it would be found very odd to see her ask for some, but she figured that she could talk her way out of it somehow. Now, who to ask? The attendants, being essentially managers in some way or another, would be likely to have a bit on them. She stuffed the paper into her pocket.<br/><br/>Agatha wondered for but a moment as to the whereabouts of any of them, and considered Gabrielle. The illusionist could usually be found either in the arms of one of them, or the reverse. Yes, that would be a good start. At that, she made her way to Gabrielle's wagon, and spied her with both Veronica and Elizabeth. She steeled herself, holding the nerve to speak to them without shrinking away. Approaching the trio, Agatha said to them quietly and modestly, meeting Veronica's eyes with her onyx black orbs that shimmered like polished stones, "<span style="color: purple">Miss Veronica, may I ask you for a dollar? I... am in need of something, something that I might find in town.</span>" '<i><span style="color: purple">It's not as if you're lying to them, at least,</span></i>' her inner voice told her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>