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07 July 2008 @ 01:48 pm
Who: Tamell and Heather
When: Early evening
Where: Morpeth Town

Tamell left the small tavern, clutching in her hands a long box. She made gentle shushing sounds as she slipped through the crowd, moving to a more quiet area across the street. She paused when she was out of the way, hoisting herself up to sit on a deep windowsill, balancing the box on her lap.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a beaten cigarette tin, and pulled out a cigarillo. She normally kept them for after performances, but since she hadn't performed in a while, she figured what the hell. She struck a match on the lid of the box and drew back, blowing a cloud of smoke into the early evening air. She stroked the lid of the box and hummed to herself, savouring the smoke.
Tamell: Tamell - What?methuselan on July 15th, 2008 07:09 am (UTC)
Tamell gave her a smile and continued on, humming to her box. They reached the carnival grounds and Tamell gave Heather a slight wave, signalling her to follow. She made her way back over to her cart, a little ways away from the other tents that were set up. She noticed another new tent set up next to a wagon, the horses hitched not far off. More people were arriving. It would soon feel like a carnival should.

There was a murmur of voices around the tents, and Tamell placed the box on her cart and busied herself for a few moments lighting several oil lamps that she had stored. She hung them in the tree near her bedroll, casting some illumination in the now dark night.

Tamell grabbed the box and sat down on her bedroll, patting a spot beside her for Heather to sit down. She stroked the box a few more times before opening the lid and slipping in a hand.

"Would you like to see my latest act?" she asked, being as friendly as she could.
heather_dawson on July 23rd, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
Heather followed Tamell, taking in what she could see of the carnival. It was modest but had a good number of people it seemed. It probably wouldn't put on a bad show once it got going.

When they reached Tamell's cart, Heather watched as she light the oil lamps and continued to soak in the sights of the inhabitants of the carnival settling in for the night.

Heather gladly accepted Tamell's invitation to sit down. They hadn't walked far but Heather felt tired all the same. It had been a rough couple of days.

She set her bag beside her and sat cross legged, idly watching Tamell stroke the box she held.

“Sure!” Heather said perking up when Tamell offered to show her her act. She felt a bit embarrassed that she hadn't thought to ask what Tamell's act consisted of and wondered if it had anything to do with the contents of the box.