Illyana heard a bit of one-sided conversation from Aurel before opening the door, no doubt he was conversing with his serpentine companions. She glanced about the darkened room, squinting to make out details, her eyes had adjusted to the morning sun and were not ready to be greeted by the oppressive darkness inside of Ivory's trailer. The bright sun cut through the room from the break in the door, touching the pale skin of Aurel, which was about all she could make out until her eyes adjusted. Although, she didn't really need to see to be able to tell what the two of them had been doing. It wasn't the first time that Ivory had convinced Aurel to abandon the day's work for a game of cards out of the sun. The light-haired "Dhampir" had claimed that the sun did not agree with her complexion, which Illyana thought was a bit of an overstatement, but she wasn't about to share this opinion with her knife-throwing cohort. After a half second for her eyes to adjust, Illy squinted in Ivory's direction and shook her head, [color=598527]"No time, Lucien and I would like to see everyone. At his place."[/color] She paused a moment before turning away and added, [color=598527]"Besides, I don't think you'd want to play with me anyway."[/color] She couldn't help but relax into a half-smirk at this, but only for a moment before fading back into a neutral expression. A card game with Illy would be pointless for her opponent. Not that she would ever actively use her abilities to win; most of the time, knowledge came to her whether she wanted it or not. She turned back toward the outside, leaving the door ajar as she stepped away, awaiting her companions in the beating sun outside. ------------------------------------- Cora had already begun to wheel herself around the corner of the trailer when Lucien stopped her to drape the shawl around her shoulders. She looked down at herself briefly before smiling up at him, [color=00746b]"Oh, sorry, I forgot."[/color] Although, she wasn't usually paying attention to her clothes regardless. Teaching Cora the value of modesty had been difficult after fifty-plus years of carefree living under the sea, and she wasn't the best at dressing herself now that she was on land. Finding clothes was usually Illy's department, or Akane if she was available. Despite Aurel and Lucien's kindness, she preferred the company of other females. This was a product of her upbringing, those of her race were female-only. She hadn't even known that men existed until she had come to the surface. She adjusted the shawl as Lucien took the handles of her chair and began to push her towards the center of the field. The bright sun beamed down on them from above, and she immediately felt her skin and hair begin to dry. This wasn't comfortable for her in the slightest, but her land-locked guardians knew this. She trusted they would not keep her outside for too long. When Lucien mentioned Akane, she smiled brightly at the thought of her friend. She shielded her eyes with her hand and scanned the grounds before her. Men moved about carrying sacks of things, long skinny poles, heavy pieces of wood, and bags slung over shoulders. Through the bustle, she saw the flash of Akane's bright red hair and pointed excitedly in her direction. [color=00746b]"There, I found her!"[/color] She chirped excitedly over her shoulder at Lucien and leaned forward in her chair unconsciously. [color=00746b]"Oh!"[/color] She said, suddenly, and looked over her shoulder again. [color=00746b]"I wanted to ask you, is there any chance I can get a refill soon? It's starting to get pretty tart in there..."[/color] She thought that was the right word, she had heard some of the Carnies say it before. Her tank was refilled whenever the troupe came across a large enough body of water that could spare some of its moisture for their travelling mermaid. Typically, this happened about once a month, sometimes three weeks if she was lucky, but it had been nearly two months since she had seen fresh water in her tank. Not only was the smell of mildew permeating the inside of her trailer and her clothes, algae was starting to grow in the corners of the tank, and it was getting harder to breathe in there with every passing day. It wouldn't hurt her at all not to have fresh water, but it was a matter of comfort.