At the upper lip of the stands, there were a few other audience members also looking over its edge, across the shingles and gardens and broad streets of the Quarter of the Great Wheel. The circus stood higher than most builders, affording a view that would've been lovely most of the time, stretching clear to harbor and sea a mile or so away.<br/><br/>More immediately, the stadium archway opened onto the broad circular street which ran around the circus, and was (probably deliberately) placed at a junction with a straight avenue radiating away like a wheel spoke - a common motif in Tymora's quarter, as its name might've suggested.<br/><br/>Other animals, mortals and celestial beings were racing or flying up the avenue (although the more intelligent creatures tended to be running around the circus rather than into it as the animals had).<br/><br/>Although the avenue gradually curved, Rose's spot afforded a clear sightline beyond the four blocks away where the plume of smoke rose from a streetside stall which was now aflame. Only one block closer than that, the streets had been cleared by the fleeing Brightwater denizens for a few less-typical looking characters. Two sharp-featured canine beings the size of horses marched up the street, one holding a dead peacock dangling from its maw. The other creature threw its jaws wide open, breathing a conical blast of fire which caught a pear tree alight.<br/><br/>Upon the creatures' backs, two much smaller, goblinoid characters were laughing, chortling, and hurling alchemical bottles of their own, which burst into fire dissolving acid upon whatever they struck. The ruddy skin of the toothy pair was clad about in motley, colorful garb like to that of gypsies or pirates: ruffled shirts, tattered leather pants, loopy earrings, and skulllcaps. They seemed to be singing, in some foul language and probably to effect more obscene than the monkey.<br/><br/>Back down in the field, the horse galloped through the opposite exit it'd come by, while Garland and the dancer-dressed redhead were hastening that way as well, along with a few disturbed spectators. Others, to get a view like Rose quickly had, were going upward in the stands to look over the edge, as had the more-dully-garbed redhead and a blonde-maned aasimari fellow who'd been on the high balcony with the now-in-the-stadium-bowels Sara. Many others spectators were still sitting or laughing or gambling, regarding the interloping animals as an idle incident.