At first, Rayth wasn’t sure what Lune was talking about when she answered him. He hadn’t asked her about any assignment. However, when she said she was the photographer, he realized she had taken his question to mean, ‘what was she [i]in the circus[/i].’ He didn’t know what to do with that.
	For a moment, he considered reframing the inquiry to make it more clear, but he wasn’t sure if she had just misunderstood him or if she was dodging him intentionally. He didn’t want to pester her if she didn’t want to tell him what sort of creature she was. Maybe she thought the question was rude. She had been nice enough to him so far. The last thing he wanted to do was turn her against him like everyone else by intruding on her privacy, so he decided to let the subject drop for now.
	“It’s my favorite part of the act,” Rayth laughed when Lune mentioned the volunteer he’d pulled during the show. “They always get so scared, even though I show them my accuracy [i]before[/i] I ask someone to be my assistant.”
	The only reason he could even get away with bringing a real audience member into the ring was because of the faeries. If it wasn’t for their relaxing magic in the big top, he was sure no human would be willing to let him strap them to an oversized wheel and throw sharp knives at their head. Their fright had to be numbed just enough that they wouldn’t be overwhelmed by it, so they wouldn’t scream or run away.
	In a way, it was like the laced incense in the back yard.
	He let out a slow exhale. Even after he took Lune to the train, it was going to take some time for the effects of the chemicals to pass out of his system. He was just glad his body had a little more of a tolerance to the stuff now than it did when he’d first breathed it in.
	During his first week in the circus, he couldn’t even walk in a straight line when the incense sticks were burning, and it had been difficult to hold a conversation with anyone because the drug had affected his short term memory when he’d inhaled it for too long.
	The other members of the circus had teased that he should have stayed behind with the other humans if he couldn’t handle it like a real supernatural. As always, they had no compassion for someone who was only a “half-breed.”
	He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the memory.
	“What brought you to the circus?” he asked, trying a different approach to get to know her. He wasn’t sure if she would tell him, since she hadn’t answered his first question, but he figured it was worth a shot anyway.