\<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe M. Mallory<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act/ Trapeze Artist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kep<br/><hr/><br/>His voice sent a slight shiver down her spine since it was a much different tone than he used on rowdy patrons to the circus. It was amazing the type of shift he made during the actual performances and with individual people. Secretly, Chloe was grateful for his interruption of her thoughts even if he scared her in the process. “It’s fine,” she said softly while giving her a genuine smile. “We both know it doesn’t take much for me to become startled.” Her hand lowered away from her face as her fingers tightened around the gloves in her hand. Kep’s next comment caught her slightly off guard even though she was familiar with the saying among gossiping women when they were not too please with a man. “I trust you.” It was easier than normal for the words to fall from her lips since she knew he was a man of his word. Her face blushed though it was quickly hidden as she pretended to pay attention to the theatrics of nearby clowns.<br/><br/>There was no resistance from her as they began to walk toward the table. Her nose discreetly sniffed since there was some type of scent on him that made her nearly want to sigh with appreciation though she refused to behave like the women who threw themselves at him. “I did not know you knew Elizabeth’s eating schedule,” Chloe teased gently though she was really curious about how he might know such a fact about the ring mistress. Sure, it was his duty to protect them from stalkers or opposition, but did he also intend to shelter them from stomachaches? “I would not be offended if you did leave me. I know I’m not as entertaining as some of the other people who are here.” She spoke the words without a hint of self-pity since she did not think the lack of ability to entertain was not a serious fault. Her blue eyes glanced up to connect with his since it occurred to her that he might feel as though she was intentionally trying to get rid of him. “But if you would like to eat with me, I won’t be dismayed. Your company is much better than some others.”<br/><br/><em>A stupid question?</em>Part of her wished to pry, but she knew their conversation was none of her business unless told by one of them. “Well, hopefully, her spirits will lighten throughout the night since most people here look to her for setting the mood. It does not bode well for her to frown most of the night.”<br/><br/>Once they arrived at their table, she untangled herself his side to sit down in her chair. “Well, he does have a way with words.” Her eyes glanced over to see him partaking in some honey in the most barbaric of ways. Chloe glanced around for a circus hand with a water bowl to wash her hands, but there did not appear to be anyone assigned to that particular duty on this night. Instead of fretting, she reached inside of her purse for a small bottle of disinfectant, pouring a drop in her hand since it was fairly potent. “Would you like some?” She waited for his response before either putting it back in her bag or handing it over to him. There was a nice assortment of food to partake in, and her stomach growled loudly since she suddenly felted starved. Chloe filled her plate with some salad and a croissant then sit a napkin in her lap. There was silence from her end as she took her first bite of the delightful bread. Her eyes close as she made an appreciative noise before swallowing.<br/><br/>"You should one." An rare mischievous smile came on her face as she eyed the basket. "Why, they are good enough to stow away from later munching in the middle of the night." Her feet tapped under the table to the song that played as she felt a slight longing to dance. Later tonight, she would dance to her heart's content without eyes on her. Finally, she could not stand the pent up thoughts in her mind anymore since she needed to speak them aloud to someone. "We should be arriving to Kansas soon." There. It felt so much better to say it rather than fear the reaction of her family. "May I ask you a question? Feel free not to answer, but do you ever feel homesick? I mean, like do you ever...feel antsy when we perform in your hometown, city, or village?" Her tone became light towards the end of her question.