[center][color=lightgreen][b]Jessica Belle Adams[/b]
[i]Jezzabell, the Lion Tamer[/i][/color]
[sub]Interactions: The Ringleader [@Aleranicus]
Location: Lion tamer tent —> The Ringleader’s tent[/sub]
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There seemed to be a chillier air tonight. Even the animals shifted in discomfort, voicing their complaints to the one human who spoke their language.

Jessica had already wrapped the elephants up in big blankets, had made the tigers comfortable, had undressed the two bears and sang them to sleep. Her night of performances and care taking was over, yet she still sat propped against her beloved Apollo, gently running a comb through the magnificent mane.

The beast lay still, almost as if he was fast asleep, the only thing clueing you otherwise was the occasional blink of his eyes or a husky purr emanating from his chest. Jessica gave a little smile, brushing her fingers along his outer ear. [color=lightgreen]”... Another one is gone, Apollo. Another performer lost his life.”[/color] The melancholy voice whispered, causing the lion to shift open his deep brown eyes in worry. [color=lightgreen]”... I know, I know. You told me before to not make myself so worried...”[/color] 

The tamer absent mindedly began to twirl her blond locks around her index, a stressed expression creasing her brow. [color=lightgreen]”It just makes me wonder how many have died throughout the years... who they lost when they passed away. Was it even worth it? I’m not too sure why we’re fighting at times.”[/color] Apollo firmly lifted his head, staring directly at her with a flick of his tail. Jessica smiled, understanding just what he meant. [color=lightgreen]”Thank you, my beauty. That does make me feel much better.”[/color]

As Jessica began to lovingly scratch his ears— much to Apollo’s purring delight— she heard a small chirping voice. The blonde turned to a small little pidgeon, with iridescent gray feathers and wide curious eyes, to whom she held out her arm for it to perch. It’s message was sent much easier to her, who nodded easily with understanding of the clicks and coos. [color=lightgreen]”I see. Please tell the Ringleader I will be there soon.”[/color]

The pidgeon fluttered off with an awkward flapping of glee, Jessica rising to her feet and Apollo following suit. The tamer turned to her feline companion with a small grin, bowing down to lightly peck his forehead with her lips. [color=lightgreen]”I’m afraid the invitation wasn’t extended to you, my dear. I will be back soon.”[/color] Apollo laid back down with an unamused huff, watching with sharp eyes as Jessica left the tent, lightly tapping her hip where the golden whip sat out of a force of habit.

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The curtains of the tent were lightly brushed aside, accompanied by a quiet [color=lightgreen]”Mr. Magnus..?”[/color] Jessica stepped in lightly, folding her hands in front of her and gazing curiously at the ringleader. [color=lightgreen]”You sent for me and the other performers, yes? ...May I ask why you chose a pidgeon? It’s not really your style.”[/color]