Although Geralt had preferred not to be seen these last few days, and he had the means to do so by use of his displacement ability, tonight he had deigned to walk back to his trailer instead of appear there instantly. The reason for this was mostly due to his sour mood. Using the parasite's abilities only served to cause him more stress and upset, so he thought taking in the cool desert air this evening would be best. Seclusion had never agreed with The Magician, but he had felt his pride damaged severely by Lucien's rejection and was still not ready to join the world. He had not even had the heart to visit the Dice House in town yet, and doubted he would before they left. There was really nothing to draw him there, and he simply wasn't in the mood.

Las Vegas had turned out to be much more profitable than he had expected as well. Because of the dam offering more jobs to laborers, the economy here was booming. All shows had seen record turn outs, The Magic Show being so successful that they had to add a third show. Immediately after it was over and the tent began to empty, the Magician headed in the opposite direction, towards his domicile. 

Hands in his pockets, his lanky legs carried him there, eyes on the ground. It would be a short walk, but one he needed. Maybe tonight he would go out...if he could muster the energy...

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a little girl crying. Immediately, his eyes darted about until he located the source of the sound, worry gripping his heart like a vice. It didn't take long for him to spot her, standing by a stack of empty crates that had been used for transporting the circus' goods from place to place. There were no adults around her, and the closest patrons were too far too hear her cries of woe. Quickly, the German made a beeline for the child, but slowed at he approached her. There had been too many people at his shows for him to recognize her face, but she was fairly certain she had not come from the direction of his tent.

She was small, looking no older than six or seven, with blonde hair tied up into two pigtails with bows on the side of her head. She was wearing a simple but higher-end dress and shoes, and was gripping a stuffed cat with white-knuckles. She looked around, confused and lost, tears streaming down her face.

[color=crimson]"Hey there, little one..."[/color] Geralt said in a soft, gentle tone, as he knelt by the girl. If it was one thing the man could not stand, it was the sight and sound of a child crying.

The little girl looked over at him, startled at first, and glanced around with even more fervor. Geralt made sure to stay far enough away that he could not reach out for her, she was old enough to be weary of this.

[color=crimson]"Don't worry, I'm here to help."[/color] He said, giving her a smile. [color=crimson]"My name is Geralt, can you tell me yours?"[/color]

The girl looked scared for a moment, horrified even, but as she saw him come to a stop and kneel down a ways away from her and heard his soft and gentle voice, she seemed to relax, albeit slowly. 

[b]"Ce-...Cecelia..."[/b]

[color=crimson]"Cecelia, hm? That's a lovely name,"[/color] he said, maintaining the smile with his knee pressing into the dirt, [color=crimson]"And your bows are so pretty...why the long face, hm? I bet you have such a pretty smile."[/color]