Throughout her conversation with Rayth, Frieda had been… confused, to say the least. Having found the girl she had been searching for, she had let her guard down. A careless mistake. The oracles might have told her that she would succeed in procuring the new member, but she should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. Lune’s eagerness to join the circus had proven too good to be true. All it had taken to send her running was the mention of one supernatural creature—one of her most docile pets at that. She would have to be more clever to convince her to stay.
	Fortunately, she was blessed with a second chance. Just as she had been thinking about what to do with the news Rayth had given her, one of her faeries had gotten her attention with a frantic wave of his arms. Looking over the vampire’s shoulder, she had watched as the tiny scout gestured to the big top, an indicator that something of importance was inside.
	A victorious smile had painted her lip. She had been certain she knew where Lune was hiding.
	So, unwilling to let her prize slip through her fingers again, she had quickly dismissed Rayth with a command to get some rest and rose from her seat to handle the girl, herself. It was always so with the most important tasks. She could not trust anyone else to complete them to her standards.
	Pushing aside the thick fabric flap that led into the abandoned ring, the faerie spotted Lune right away. The girl was alone, and she couldn’t help but wonder what she thought she was doing if she had been frightened by the vampire. Perhaps she had been waiting in ambush?
	Whatever the case, the opportunity was perfect for the ringmistress. The fewer distractions around, the better. Her faerie magic was at its most potent when one was unable to tear his or her attention away from it, just like classic hypnotism.
	Striding gracefully to Lune’s side, a concerned frown spread across her features. “My dear, what are you doing in here?” She asked gently, feigning bemusement.
	Of course, she would not admit that she knew more than she let on. Knowledge was power, and she intended to keep it all to herself. It was what gave her the upper hand in any situation, and this was no exception. She also wished to hear the girl’s perspective from her own lips, curious to understand what had set her off so she might be able to correct it more easily.
	“I thought you were getting settled in?” she went on, taking a seat by Lune’s side in a manner by which a mother might comfort her upset child.  She remained close but did not touch the girl. “Is there something wrong?”