[center][color=slateblue][h2]Aurelia "Rel" Lunel[/h2][/color][/center]
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The cheering and silent moments of the Grand tent started to make Rel's head spin. One would think that after hundreds of years doing her tightrope act would have desensitized her to the crowds and the waves of emotions that overcame the audience as she preformed. Something was off tonight, as she knew what it was. It wasn't the crowd getting in her head tonight, it was Micheal.

The young woman reached down to her wire as a couple from the "Lover's Embrace" act came flying over head. They had come slightly to close as their cloths came swinging back and to get out of the way Rel somersaulted. Those with their eyes glued to Aura La Luna roared and applauded with excitement. The tightrope walker skipped the rest of the way to her platform, before the lights around her went out.

Rel released to low caliber gravity field she kept on the wire and jumped down the ladder, only padding a single every fourth step or so before reaching the bottom and running into the center stage light to take an over exaggerated bow and skipping out the tent.

[color=slateblue]"It's not the same without you Micheal"[/color] Rel said to herself remembering the acrobat they lost in the last hunt. She was letting the death get to her and she shouldn't. It wasn't like he was the first one to die or leave the circus since she joined. 1758 was a long time ago, and other then the Ringleader himself she was the oldest member.

It was her fault somehow. This was the conclusion she came to, and this is why is was hurting so bad. However, with guests still on the grounds she would not be able to express her sadness and anger until she was at her own tent. Rel wouldn't never get there as a pigeon landed on her shoulder. Reflex told her to swat the disgusting avian creature, but it took off into the air and began gliding towards the Ringleaders tent. [color=stateblue]"That time again is it?"[/color] Rel began to say pushing Micheal from her mind and prepared herself for the hunt to come. The rest of her sentence lost in the back of her mind.

[color=slateblue]"Octus, why come around the back way?"[/color] Rel giggled as she caught a glimpse of the man and went over. [color=slateblue]"Their is no entrance that way unless you want to pop out of Magus' personal quarters."[/color] She gave a soft giggled to herself and hooked her arm under his. [color=slateblue]"Shall we dare friend?"[/color] Rel said smiling and taking a step to the side, around the tent.

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