<br/>Rose's senses suggested no unseen characters or creatures lurking, with air shifting and ground crunching only where and as it ought. Likewise the very ground trembled only as to be expected from the other visible parties, most especially the bucking horse.<br/><br/>Garland scowled at Rose, stony-faced, "Pah!<em>Now</em>you ascribe me some measure of mastery! I'd as soon ask the same of ye, who seems more the sort to treat with such beasts!" he gestured dismissively at the chicken, which ran on squawking clear to the far end of the field (whence it likely would've run out a facing archway had not a hungry- and opportunistic-looking spectator plucked it from the ground), and then the dangerously rearing horse. The knight sniffed, and dashed towards his helmet to pick it up again, with the much-ignored dancer-costumed redhead following.<br/><br/>One of the priestesses spellcast; above the bucking horse, the air seemed within the space of moments to grow misty, bear condensation into precipitation, and let pour sheets of water across the horse. The fires went out, and the beast looked around and its own haunches. It seemed to nod, and then muttered - apparently able to speak, albeit in the voice of a good-natured simpleton, "Thankyeigh! 'Twas hounds large as meself! Awful fire-belching hounds! Scoundrels a'riding! Tossing fire flasks too!" It looked frantically behind itself again, towards the archway whence it'd emerged, and then lifted a hoof to begin galloping on after the chicken.<br/><br/>Beyond the upper lip of the circus stands, in the direction from which it'd galloped, a plume of smoke rose into the sky, to judge from its distance originating from a few blocks beyond the stadium.<br/><br/>At a near angle around the circus, where Sara stood, a redheaded lady in form-fitting dull gray garb appeared behind and tapped Sara on the shoulder, then swept around in front of her as it to shield Sara from sight or aim of most of the audience. Sara nodded at the tap, and receded out of sight through a doorway leading into some chambers behind the high porch. Garland looked up at this, scowling, but then looked away before the redhead swept hazel eyes towards him.<br/><br/>Samesaid redhead watched as a third racing thing emerged through the same archway as the chicken and horse: a monkey, clambering along the ground on all fours and screeching hysterically. Like the horse, it seemed to actually be speaking, in this case a wild stream of obscene curses - something to do with hoping to make the rear ends of some hounds as pained as its own, using its opposable things to bring a variety of items to bear for such a task. The scampering simian wasn't aflame, but its rear end seemed a bit blackened and bereft of fur, which (perhaps regrettably) left the flesh of its bottom quite starkly visibly pinkened from very mild burns.