The Gypsy was at her campsite. Brother wouldn't have her working at a venue in the emotional condition she was in. Her circus coat was not on her person, for once.
Chase had it hung inside of her tent.
She sat outside of her tent. One leg was bent up, knee erect, while the leg was bent inwards in an incomplete Indian style formation. Her fingers were free from the guitar's beautiful slavery.
Fiddling with flower stems, she braided them with fake occupation. Eyes were desolately gray. Reptilian tears were still present, however.
From up ahead in the distance came a staggering figure, though not a horribly imposing one. It swayed this way and that with two arms held out like wings (for balance, maybe?), each with an oddly bottle-like projection at the end.
It might have been any sort of creature, but when it passed under a streetlight, the very normal-looking Atalanta was revealed. She sniffled and glanced towards the tent she'd visited before--really, it was a miracle she found it, again--before forging on, towards it.
Chase had it hung inside of her tent.
She sat outside of her tent. One leg was bent up, knee erect, while the leg was bent inwards in an incomplete Indian style formation. Her fingers were free from the guitar's beautiful slavery.
Fiddling with flower stems, she braided them with fake occupation. Eyes were desolately gray. Reptilian tears were still present, however.
From up ahead in the distance came a staggering figure, though not a horribly imposing one. It swayed this way and that with two arms held out like wings (for balance, maybe?), each with an oddly bottle-like projection at the end.
It might have been any sort of creature, but when it passed under a streetlight, the very normal-looking Atalanta was revealed. She sniffled and glanced towards the tent she'd visited before--really, it was a miracle she found it, again--before forging on, towards it.