The Carnival grounds were buzzing with activity; men rushing to and fro with tarps, chairs, poles, coils or rope, all of the pieces that built their private world of mystique and intrigue. They were about half-way done taking everything down, they would be ready to move in just a couple of hours time. Alex rushed through them, bobbing and weaving through the activity toward a trailer near the opposite side of the field that the troupe had carved out for their shows, games, and wondrous reveals. This trailer was small, modest, dark blue and painted with tiny silver and gold stars and moons, with a sign posted above the door that read "Diseur de Bonne Aventure".

Inside, Illyana was busy packing her trunks and securing her belongings inside of locked cabinets and drawers, so they did not spill out on the road. Dark brown bangs tumbled across her forehead, a bit of red peaking through at the roots. She was sleight of build, pale, with almond-shaped eyes and a spattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She wore simple clothing, an olive-green dress with long sleeves, stockings and brown travelling boots. A cloche hat of matching color and material sat on the table at her side. Looking at her now, she appeared as a completely ordinary maiden in her late teens, but those who knew her well were well-aware of her particular set of skills and the identifying feature that gave her away.

A knock at her trailer door startled her, and she dropped a reading lamp that she had been about to secure on a hook above her bed. The lamp would have crashed to the floor and shattered, had it not landed upon a pillow that had been placed in the middle of the floor at her feet, just where the lamp had fallen. After checking to be sure it was still in working order, she hung it on the hook and reached for her hat.

[b]"Miss? You in?"[/b] Alex yelled through the thin wooden door.

[color=598527]"Just a moment!"[/color] Illy called back as she secured the hat on her head, hiding her red roots and her forehead in the process.

Having to get back to work, Alex simply called back, [b]"S'alright, miss. I'm off, but Master Lucien asked to speak with ya'."[/b] He waited just a moment to hear confirmation that his message was received, which Illy gave, and turned on his heel to help some men deconstruct the big-top.

Illyana exited her trailer, shutting the door carefully behind her, and made her way across the grounds to Lucien's trailer. While it was the largest of them, it was not so large to be obnoxious or commanding. It was a pale sky blue, dotted with clouds, and a rising sun in the top left corner. Illyana approached the door, confidently, but with a look of trepidation. 

She knocked curtly and quietly, but entered before being asked. She was expected. She hung in the doorway, looking in at the Circus' Ringleader and guardian. [color=598527]"You asked for me?"[/color] She said, politely but with no hesitance. She knew what this was about.