Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Veta's Tent
Virginia nodded, hoping that she would have returned to inform James of everything that would come to pass before another took it upon themselves to do so. Had they the chance, she would have gone and explained to him that he would be living with the Circus - his family by blood and spirit - and to reassure him that she was not abandoning him, that he was not a monster. He was her favorite little devil and she only wanted what was best for him. The life the Circus could provide, she hoped, would fulfill that desire.
She then smiled a bit with amusement as Elizaveta mentioned the promise of a distraction - one that she said would be provided by Ludwig. There was something about the German man that caught her eye and caused her thoughts to dwell on him one moment longer than she would with any other man or woman - perhaps with the exception of the dearly departed Mosi. She nodded and drew her own cloak over her head, tucking her light brown-blonde hair back. She knew that for her, her most salient feature was the paleness of her skin. The cloak would help to shroud and obscure her complexion.
"Marvelous," Virginia complimented with a whisper, as they darted outside of the tent and saw the main tent come crashing down. She then quickly followed Veta, not knowing herself the exact route that they would need to take - she hadn't spent much time at the Circus, after all.