Cora took hold of the wheels of her chair as Lucien reached for the handles, smiling back at him as she began to push herself. She was in a good mood, feeling accomplished by their conversation. She was a little proud of herself, and decided to show it by taking the reigns of her own steed.

Geralt nodded in agreement at Lucien's comment, and held an arm out to the rest of the attendees. Bowing slightly, he said, [color=crimson]"After you,"[/color] and let them all pass. He noticed Cora begin to push herself, and Lucien walk slightly in front of her. Ivory, with her long and muscular legs, was well ahead of them now. What a perfect opportunity to impart a little gift to the troupe's resident Siren.

The Magician waited until they had taken a few more steps forward, keeping a slow pace behind the group, then called out, [color=crimson]"Oh, Cora, I think you dropped this?"[/color] He bent down as he saw her acknowledge his question.

"Hm?" Cora said as she heard Geralt speak her name. She stopped and turned herself around, watching as the Magician crouched and picked something up from the ground. He remained in a kneeling position and held it out to her, wearing his usual charming smile.

She moved closer to him and reached out to take the card he held, furrowing her eyebrows as she flipped it over to see the face. It was the Queen of Hearts. [color=00a99d]"But, this isn't-"[/color]

Geralt caught her eye by tapping the side of his nose, then winked and straightened himself. [color=crimson]"After you, my dear,"[/color] he repeated, then gestured toward the exit.

Cora looked down at the card curiously for a moment, noticing a slight shimmer over it's laminated surface. She smiled up at the Magician, tucking the card into her blouse before she turned herself around and began to wheel toward the tent flap once more.