[center][h3][color=#2eb8b8][b]O[/b][/color]z[/h3][hr][/center][sub][i]Greytry - Circus Tent[/i], Kingdom of Etrid[/sub]

[indent][indent]Ozymandias read the poorly kept book that was held between his legs quietly. Gaze focused though his mind out of habit was keenly aware of his chaotic surroundings. From the savage sounds of beasts being prodded or delicately tugged, to the harmony of voices setting stages or doing last minute clean ups. Saree, a female lion-tamer, was coddling her favorite beast inside its cage. She seemed intent on showcasing their bond, though no one cared either way. Which was why he had taken to reading near the behemoth's pin. Besides Saree not one other handler was capable of calming the Black Lion so people tended to avoid him. 

Serenely, near childish, Ozymandias lowered his head and bent his back; becoming engrossed in the page, in the fantasy world between the covers of his novel. A small smile stretched his face and like a violent reaction, the Black Lion growled, reared back, and slammed against his cage. Hay straws tumbled to the floor and Saree hushed and stroked his mane till the saffron of his eyes softened like honey.

Ozymandias sighed with frustration before fixing his face into a more palpable expression. [color=#2eb8b8][b]"Should I move?"[/b][/color]

Saree kept her focus on the Black Lion, patting the beast down; comforting him. [b]"No, no, no. He's better now. Aren't you fella? yea you are."[/b]

Ozymandias relaxed then before falling back into his book. He was finding where he had left off at when Saree continued. [b]"I don't get why he gets riled up like that though. Its strange, that's for sure. Usually he's okay with you, Ozzy, so I don't think that's it. I hope its not some puberty thing."[/b]

Ozymandias didn't respond though he found the puberty comment stranger than her own inquiries.[/indent][/indent]