Geralt tilted his head back slightly and chuckled, [color=crimson]"Oh, trust me, humility is one of my most endearing qualities."[/color] He glanced back at Ivory as she climbed the silks for her final drop. [color=crimson]"Enjoy the show,"[/color] he said, tilting his head and giving a bow, before he disappeared in a swirl of black smoke and reappeared in position to take Ivory's place on stage.

Illyana had entered through a flap in the side of the tent and was standing near the back behind a stack of unused chairs and other miscellaneous objects. She preferred to be away from the crowd, with so many thoughts swirling around them it was often hard to concentrate. Even though she didn't have the best view from here, he was glad to accept it if it meant she could focus on the performances.

In fact, her focus on Ivory's performance was so completed that she jumped and let out a small gasp as Aurel approached her and spoke. She had not been expecting him to join her tonight. Sometimes he sought her out, sometimes he didn't. She glanced over at him, her eyes wide and cheeks slightly red with surprise. She swallowed and took deep breaths to calm herself, then offered him a small smile. [color=598527]"I suppose you did,"[/color] she answered, then nodded toward the stage as Ivory dropped. [color=598527]"I've never seen her do this before..."[/color]