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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.
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.