Cora took in the sights and sounds around her as Lucien flew over the field and towards the clear fresh water of the lake. Being a sea-dweller for the majority of her life, she had only gazed up at the sky with wonder and amazement. Some of her sisters back home had wings, but they were not strong enough to carry them over vast distances like Lucien's could, and served as better gliders than anything else. She had seen creatures she later learned were called "birds" sailing over the sea, and Lucien reminded her of them with his huge soft white wings. 

Cold wind bathed her face and shoulders as she gripped the robe tightly about herself, breathing deeply of the fresh air. She could smell the sky and the trees and grass below, but mostly the water. As it drifted closer and closer, her smile grew larger and she felt her heart skipping beats in anticipation of swimming in the open again. Though she was more than happy to be with the troupe on land, she always found true happiness when she was she was held aloft in the embrace of open water. Though it was not like the sea, it was a good enough substitute for her, and served as a pleasant getaway from the cramped quarters of her tank and trailer.

She nodded to Lucien sagely when he reached the point where he would drop her, and felt herself go weightless as he let go. She twirled through the air, removing the robe she wore and letting it drift behind her. She wouldn't need clothing once she was underwater, where she truly belonged. There were a few seconds of deep cold, nothing she couldn't handle, and cracking dryness, before she broke the surface of the lake and was plunged into its depths.

She floated for a moment, her eyes closed, and listened to the sound of the water as it pushed into her ears, rushed into her gills, lapped against the shore. She felt its current flow through her, and she became one with it. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw the floor beneath her, the light shining down from above. She saw rocks and weeds, underwater plants, flowers, and even fish drifting by in the distance. After she had fully absorbed the environment around her, she dashed into the depths of the lake, twirling and spinning, rising and sinking, splashing...she felt so at peace and so elated at the same time. It was bliss.

Meanwhile, Geralt had gunned the accelerator on the trailer, trying to keep Lucien in sight as he rumbled over the grass field towards the edge of the water. He knew where he had been indicated to park earlier, and headed in that general direction, but had to veer off a bit to keep up with Lucien. Seeing him fly like that...it filled him with so many emotions that he did not have time to sort through them. The creature that shared his body was thrilled, buzzing with dark energy, and it threatened to overtake him.

Once he arrived, as close as he could get to his designated spot without loosing the Frenchman and his charge, he slammed on the breaks. The heavy vehicle slid a bit through the wet earth before coming to a stop. He threw it into park, killed the ignition and leaped from the seat to land in the mud. Normally, he would have been furious at the state of his wingtips, but he was too in awe of what he was seeing. He'd gotten out just in time to see the splash as Cora entered the lake. He stood there like a fool for a moment, pushing the hair away from his eyes as it swayed in the breeze, looking between the Ringleader and the surface of the lake. Lucien swooped down to grab the robe that the woman had discarded in her fall, then made his way toward the shore. Cora did not resurface.

The Magician heard the other vehicles approaching behind him, which snapped him out of his dumbfounded stare. He closed his mouth and straightened up, trying to flatten his hair and sharpen his clothes. He thought once about cleaning off his shoes, but knew it was futile. He'd have to do it once they were off.

He looked back up at Lucien and spared himself one final moment before the rest of the circus arrived. He really did look so much like her...so elegant and beautiful, untouchable. His hair, his lips, the shape of his eyes, his hands, his pale and perfect skin...

He shook his head as he saw the man land, then boldly strode toward him, noting once more that Cora had not surfaced. He approached him as he was straightening from setting the robe down on the shore. [color=crimson]"Lucien!"[/color] he called, quickening his pace to a light run as he reached the final few steps, [color=crimson]"That was..."[/color] He struggled to find the right word, [color=crimson]"Spectacular."[/color] He paused for a moment as he looked into the Frenchman's face, a little of the awe still slipping off of him. He shook his head again, got a hold of himself, and his expression returned to the one Lucien would recognize. [color=crimson]"A little warning would have been...welcomed."[/color] he said, chuckled to keep his tone lighthearted. He was sure Lucien was expecting him to be at least a little shaken by what he had seen. Even knowing that the circus was full of supernatural creatures...to see a man with the wings of an angel was still an awesome thing to behold.