<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olaana Noemi<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><del>Elizabeth's</del>Lawrence's Talent<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Beast Master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Food Car<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Morning after train depart<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lawrence, open<br/><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr/><br/>Awareness allowed her to know instantly when Lawrence entered the dining car despite the conflicting sounds and smells surrounding her. She would always know when he was around her like how her animals could sense her presence before she revealed herself to them.<br/><br/>There was no other logical explanation than him being able to command the attention of those around him. It was the reason why he belonged in the circus. The crowds loved him, and so did she. These three words of human adoration never came from her lips to him, but some things did not need to be said aloud. Her heart fluttered then pounded as the tips of her fingers tightened around the handle of her spoon. He was the only man to conjure such a reaction without need for words, touch, or acknowledgement. A look could send her into the throes of arousal without him even being aware of the effect. Olaana's tongue slipped out pass her full lips to dampen her lower lip as she listened to his conversation with the chef. There was no doubt her feelings was entirely foolish and liable to send her into a deep bitterness. He belonged to another. It was a fact of life not likely to change. One could not pick their soul mate. Still, she belonged to him as he belonged to Elizabeth. Questions plagued her mind like malaria of the consequences of her decisions. What would happen if he decided to go back to his original lover rather than stay with her? What then would she do?<br/><br/>Her spoon swirled in the oatmeal as she chewed on a piece of bread several times so it did not scratch her throat upon swallowing. No exterior sign on her body signaled her knowledge of him being there.She continued to calmly eat the food laid out in front of her on the table as if no one existed in the room but her. To keep herself from turning to watch him, she began to think of the animals under her care. Their personalities and individual needs were vast but not impossible. All of them were beautiful creatures that she would risk limb and life to ensure they were not mistreated as some animals in other circuses. His steps warned her of him drawing closer. Without speaking, he sat down across from her then began to lay out food in front of her. The gesture reminded her of their time in the hospital when Lawrence took care of her as she recovered from an incident in the wild. Even though she was completely healed, he still wished to ensure nothing harmful occurred to her. Yet, in direct contrast, he brought her to a hostile environment where some people would cut her throat rather than befriend her. Hostility though was not new. It had been given to her by her father in vast quantities. Kindness was her weakness. “Hey,” she spoke softly while her eyes followed the moment of food going onto a plate for her.  His food looked much better than her meal. Yet, it was not the worst meal she had been forced to eat in her young life. There were times she was locked in her room without dinner after upsetting her father so she was not a picky eater. “I don't wish to use your name too much for my benefit. I intend to win over this entire circus so I will not need your name. Just wait and see.” Her words were spoken seriously without any doubt whatsoever.<br/><br/>Quietly, Olaana accessed the meal in front of her. She was raised not to waste so in the end she would likely eat all it or find another use for it. His question caused her to tilt her head to the side while her honey colored eyes penetrated his. Of all things, she was not weak or to be made a fool out of for another's entertainment. There were some whispers about her along with people wishing to know more about how she came to be with their returned fire handler. “It is as to be expected.” No complaints would ever come from her lips no matter how hard the situation. She finished the rest of her bread then moistened her tongue with some cool water. Her fork stabbed into one of the sausages as annoyance passed over her face even though the disgruntled emotion was not caused by him. “This is merely a different type of prison, Lawrence. We know I am used to cages.” She spoke without malice in her tone since it was fact. A smile graced her fafce a she extended her feet out under the table to rub gently against his leg. Olaana was not without knowledge of what happened the prior night at the celebration. It was only a good thing she was not there to witness it being performed. No would have likely noticed her distress since she perfected the smiling mask to please everyone around her, but inside, she would have been screaming in rage. "No one can ever get used to not being free. The need for it is one that never dies. Even those who were born into captivity yearn for it although they do not know the word for it." She shrugged then continued to eat her meal. "Have you enjoyed your return home?"