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Illyana gave the dhampir a reassuring smile before turning towards the door. "I won't, promise," she said, then exited as quickly as possible. While she did not intend her statement as a lie, she knew that she would not be able to coax her brain into unconsciousness for a while. She would try her best, however, but knew that she would have to at least consult the Tarot to see if the cards had anything to offer her. This wouldn't take long though, and then she would be off to sleep. Hopefully by the time they reached the next town, she would have a little more information about their mysterious new addition.

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Unfortunately for her, even the impostor-gypsy's visions could not have prepared her for how long it would take to get the answers she sought. Cirque D'étoiles traveled their circuit for the next month, stopping in three more towns along the way. Geralt's addition to their troupe continued to rack up vast amounts of money and patrons, and his stunts and free admission were the perfect incentive for folk who had been suffering long from the Great Depression.

The troupe members themselves had learned to adapt to their new member rather quickly, but their attitudes did not seem to change towards him despite his obvious efforts. Despite their contact and pleasantries the night of his party, Ivory did not go out of her way to avoid or to initiate any exchange between herself and the magician and he did not either. Because they no longer needed to practice their transition, the only times they ever saw each other were during the big top show and occasionally at meals, when Ivory would attend them. Their relationship became null and void, and so the Magician even found himself uninterested in trying to present himself to her. It was clear that his efforts were in vain, the vampiress was not going to change her mind.

Illyana was able to glean a vision from Cora's Queen of Hearts card, but it was much less telling and energized than the other two. All she saw was the mermaid and Geralt dancing together under the light of the full moon. She was smiling with elation, her legs and feet moving on their own as if she had been magically transformed into a human woman. The Magician was not smiling, but looking over the girl's shoulder at a figure cast in shadow as if he were trying to catch their attention. Illy assumed this represented Lucien. The only other significant thing she noticed was that Cora was wearing what looked to be a fox fur wrap...which was concerning, but left out of her description when she explained what she had seen to the girl.

Cora herself was not concerned with this in any way, and in fact forgot it had even happened only several days later. She kept the card, however, and placed it against the glass of her trailer on the outside so she could look at it when she wanted. She and Akane still spent a great amount of time together, and though she knew that something had changed between them, neither of the women pursued any other intentions than friendship. Back underwater, Cora had seen relationships blossom between two mermaids before and sometimes they even became romantic, but this was usually to help raise the children that either of the partners would produce and was more of a deep friendship than anything sexual. Cora had never experienced the feelings that she had for Akane, and so did not know how to approach them and was unsure whether these types of feelings would be reciprocated or even appropriate. Her fear and confusion about their interactions kept her from saying or doing anything out of the ordinary with the kistune, though she was more frequently embarrassed or flustered around the woman. No one seemed to notice this or comment on it, though she did catch Geralt watching her when she and Akane would interact on occasion, but she thought nothing of this.

Illyana continued her research to try and determine what was going on with their newest member as well, though she had not gotten far. She would not be willing to say any theory aloud until she was at least ninety-nine percent sure that it was correct, so she kept this to herself. On occasion, Ivory would help her research, which had lead both woman to eliminating several possibilities. Early on, Illyana had thought it was possible that Geralt could be an avatar or Leprechaun. At this point, she was almost sure that the Magician was entirely human and that his powers came to him after birth from some source, but was unsure exactly when or by what means. There were many possibilities, and the Magician had not shown her any other abilities that she had not seen already and very closely guarded talking about his past or anything to do with himself before he had joined them. It was clear that he was well-versed on special or supernatural people and creatures, but she had no idea how many of his anecdotes were actually true or were just things he had made up to impress someone or another. At this point, she was just waiting for another piece of information to point her in the right direction, and had come to a standstill in her reading.

The Magician himself had attempted for the next two weeks to maintain a cordial and open attitude to each member of the troupe, aside from the gypsy and vampiress. They were not worth his time and made that clear in each interaction. Aurel had become slightly more comfortable around him, but remained guarded and kept his snakes away from him. Akane and Cora now considered themselves Geralt's friends and would speak with him openly, but they were beginning to bore him by the time they reached their second destination. This was also true of his shows, which were droll and repetitive for him. It had been a long time since he had been expected to do the same show over and over again with no large stunts, noting death-defying or dramatic, and no assistant to increase mystique. By their third stop, he had begun taking shortcuts with his shows when Lucien was not present. Though he had seemingly lost interest in the rest of the members of Cirque D'étoiles, he was hell-bent on pursuing the Nephilim's body and mind. Though his attitude was becoming soured by the repetition of his life and place among the troupe members, he maintained his carefully constructed facade around the man. He wasted no time in cashing in the rain check for a drink one night after the show, and though he did put on all of the charm he could muster, it was clear that Lucien was not going to give up the ghost that easily. Geralt had been incredibly disappointed by this, and his parasitic companion's frustration was beginning to outline the cracks in the mask that the Magician was forcing himself to wear. He begun to lash out, at first just toward the rubes and carnies, and occasionally the guests of the show, but eventually his negative attitude even showed itself to the other troupe members. Though he was careful not to act this way in front of Lucien, he was not as concerned with the other's opinions of him and so began to act more himself, which could occasionally be mean and uncalled-for. Illyana, Ivory, and Aurel were sensitive to this and had begun to react to his comments and jokes, but Akane and Cora either didn't notice or would act hurt when he would say something even slightly crass. It was no matter, they were not of consequence unless it reflected poorly on him with his prize.

Cirque D'étoiles headed south and was on its way from Salt Lake City, Utah to St. George. They had planned to stop their for a circuit, but an oil well had exploded and so they moved on, despite Lucien's concern and want to help. No matter how unlikely, Illyana and Geralt both had agreed that it would only be a waste of time, even the Nephilim could not bring back the dead. So, the troupe had moved on and changed their destination to a town called Mesquite, just inside the boarder of Nevada. They were a day's travel away but decided to stop at a nearby water reservoir to bathe. Ivory had ingeniously constructed a shower system and the entire troupe, carnies included, had taken advantage of this so that they were fresh for the next batch of patrons.
Illy, as usual, was startled by Ivory's exclamation, she herself deep in thought. She had been finishing off her water when the dhampir spoke and nearly dropped the glass, but managed to hold on to it.

She looked over at the other woman with furrowed brows, "Did he? ..hhmm..." she said, placing her free hand against her chin as she thought. The Queen of Hearts...interesting. Lucien had received the King of that suit, which made sense considering his intentions with the man. Ivory's card almost made sense...except that he had given it to her on their first meeting. He had to be choosing them, there was no way that he was doing it randomly. The Ace of Spades was a powerful card in the standard deck of 52, the highest value in poker and most other games...truly a representative of a force. But why Ivory? That, Illyana would have to work hard to understand, njust as she was with the vision.

After a moment lost in thought, she looked back at Ivory and thrust the glass toward her. "I'll ask her about it first chance I get. Thank you for letting me know..." she said, then looked toward the door. "I better go...its getting late and we have a long travel ahead of us tomorrow."
Faolan nodded as he replaced his glasses, which he had hung on his shirt as he exited the bus initially. "That we did..." he said, amused at the lad's attempt to add a lighter tone and then immediately recognizing that it had worked. He checked his mirrors, put on the blinker and pulled back onto the highway, pointed to the nearest town.

It turned out to be a place called Middletown, New York. Apparently, at some point after they found the little girl, the bus had crossed the Pennsylvania border, but not by much. They'd parked just outside of town, noting that they could not let the girl walk around town with them in the state she was in to bathe and purchase new clothes. They would have to wait until she had awakened, get her dressed in something cleaner and have her wash herself in their makeshift "sink", then come into town with them. Two grown men and a young boy walking around with a female child in that state would look good for none of them.

Faolan had wasted no time in volunteering to go to town, and even offered to take Aurel along but the lad was too curious about the girl to leave. The Irishman was glad to be away, hopeful that the child would wake before he returned. Although his experience with Aurel had taught him that children could be more accepting than one would first imagine, he did not want to assume that with this girl, especially given her state. It was best if Lucien was the first presence she sensed when she awoke, especially given the photo they had found and what it suggested about her parents.

He kissed Lucien on the cheek, knowing that after the girl awakened it would be much harder to do this with him, patted Aurel on the head, and made his way out with a pack on his back to bring back anything they needed. He was tasked with purchasing food, clothing, and another book for the girl, as a gesture of good faith. With his shopping list in hand, he made his way to town.

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Just as he had predicted, the child had awakened several hours after he had left. It started quietly, as the girl came to consciousness her brow furrowed and her lips parted to make a dry, rasping moan. It was quiet, but enough for the two occupants of the bus to clearly hear in the silence. A tremor went through her eyelids as they struggled to open, and it was several long agonizing seconds before she was able to.

Her vision was blurry, her head was pounding, her legs were sore, her lips were so chapped that they felt about to burst, her fingers were raw, her feet were battered, her skin was tingling and tender...but she was alive. It was a couple more seconds before she realized that her eyes were watering...this was the most moisture she had seen in days. Where was she?

Looking up from laying down, but not at the harsh blue and cloudless sky...it was dark brown...wood? A ceiling. She flexed her fingers and felt material under them, rough but soft at the same time. She smelled incense...no...fresh air, but not the oppressive fresh air of the wasteland she had just traversed, it was more pure than that. There was light coming from somewhere...and music? Soft choir music...like angels singing? It was so far away though, she couldn't understand the words. She had to be hallucinating.

Slowly, she reached up to her forehead and touched something cool and damp. She hadn't been expecting this...her third eye awakened and rolled in its socket, searching for something to see. But not right now, she was so tired...so drained. All she wanted was water and bread...
Illyana felt a wave of relief wash over her at Ivory's words. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell her everything, the vision did concern her after all, there were just a lot of things that could be interpreted in a lot of different ways. Usually in cases like this, she preferred to let the vision sit with her for a few days before she was able to give an accurate analysis of the contents. Most of the time with her clients, she would just recite the vision and let them do with it what they would. On rare occasions, clients could come back for a second or even third reading, and very few of that small number would pay Illy to write them a letter from wherever their next destination was with her analysis inside. This was a premium service and went for a high price, but for those who were willing to pay it, she was always honest and forthright. If clients would demand answers, or if she got a feeling from them like they were prone to anger or outbursts, she would have to lie to keep herself and her troupe safe. She absolutely detested having to do this, but something she had learned early on was that it was sometimes better for people not to know anything at all, and if they insisted, some version of the truth that they could handle.

She nodded at the dhampir's response and smiled in agreement, "It can be confusing, sometimes maddening...but it pays the bills," she shrugged, trying to match the young woman's aloofness. "I'll come to you if I remember something important, absolutely. This is so diluted that really it can be interpreted many ways. It's best not to worry about it if you don't have to, not right now. Sometimes its easier to let the puzzle fall into place, you know, over time, than force in pieces that don't fit." This was something that she knew Ivory would understand and agree with. For a dhampir, she was very reasonable, and often much more so than her clients could be.
Faolan grunted in agreement with Lucien, nodding as he replaced the photo that Aurel had handed him and put everything back into the pack. He set it by the bench where the girl lay and took a step back.

At Aurel's question, he nodded and stepped out of the way so that the lad could pass. "We should get back on the road. She needs a real bed and real food, a bath...and so do we," He said this to Lucien, placing a hand on the man's shoulder once more and giving it a squeeze before letting go and making his way back to the driver's seat. "You stay back, in case she wakes up while we're moving."

He took a seat next to Aurel and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before turning the key in the ignition. "Isn't the way I thought today was going..." he muttered as the engine roared to life. He glanced over his shoulder as the bus rumbled loudly, pots and cups and cutlery tinkling together in their cupboards with the quaking, making sure this did not wake the girl. He doubted it though, she needed the rest of many men.
Illyana snapped out of her trance when she heard Ivory's voice again, and she remembered that she was sitting in a room with the young woman. She blinked several times until her eyes clarified, then looked back at her. She was instantly disappointed by the dhampir's words, knowing that she was giving her too much information and not enough at the same time. Although she was glad to hear that she was not afraid of Geralt, that was not as important as her second statement.

She shook her head, adopting an apologetic tone, "No, I'm sorry...I didn't meant it like that. It wasn't like before." She said this without realizing that she was speaking of something delicate and close to Ivory, something that others would be curious to hear about but that only she and Lucien really knew about. "You were confused at first..." she let her eyes fall to the floor once more as she began remembering again, visualizing what she had seen. "You looked like you were lost, almost dazed. It was all black and you looked like you were looking for a way out...then, there were these tiny lights, like stars, that just started appearing all around. You were happy then...at ease. Then, at the end when Gera--" she stopped herself mid-name, "When he turned away, you looked worried again and then you...you just...you were gone."

That was the best way she could put it without being more specific. Hopefully this would be enough, but there was no way of knowing until Ivory processed everything and responded. There were still details about this that were bugging Illy, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
Faolan finished replacing the girl's things as the other two examined the photo that had fallen from the book. He saved the small tome for last, thumbing through it quickly. The print was small, far too small for him to read even with his glasses on, but otherwise he noticed scrawling in the margins in pencil. The girl had annotated an encyclopedia...judging by her size, she couldn't have been older than ten, and Faolan guessed even younger than that. Her brain was too big for her body, it seemed...

He closed the book again, not even trying to read the notes, but kept it in his hand for when they were done with the photo. He looked over Aurel and then Lucien's shoulder to spy what they were looking at. He noticed particularly the look on the further girl's face when compared to her sister's and the body language of her mother. It seemed the woman was even turned away from the second girl. Faolan glanced at her face and back at the photo, then nodded almost imperceptably.

"That's her, see her mouth...and they look like twins to me, but my eyesight is horrible." He paused a moment and glanced back at the pack, "She doesn't have enough in here to have run away from home...unless someone stole something from her. She would have brought more with her if this was her choice." Having run away more than once as a youth, Faolan knew this for a fact. A girl this smart would not only bring a single canteen and some errant snacks if she was planning on hightailing it. "It seems to me like she's been on the road longer than what this bundle allows for, judging by the state of her." No, this girl had to have been kidnapped, or lost somehow unexpectedly. Either way, she had not left home of her own choosing.
Normally something like this would weigh heavy in the diviner's mind for some time, but Illyana was glad for Ivory's blunt way of speaking as it almost always helped to lighten the mood. It was better as well that she was not having an extreme reaction and was managing to maintain control. Illyana was not surprised by this, as the dhampir rarely let her emotions get the better of her. Even in front of Geralt, she maintained her cool confidence. In fact, Illyana could only remember seeing her loose her composure one time, and then it was entirely justified.

Of course, the woman was right; the vision had been ominous, to say the least. It was longer than Lucien's, yes, but had not packed the same psychic punch that the other had. This one had been gentler on Illyana's mind, but it had still left her almost reeling from shock, not only because of the mental trauma but because of exactly what she had seen. There were a lot of details to it, and now she found herself hoping that she hadn't missed anything vital to understanding it.

"You're right..." Illy finally said, nodding resolutely as she began to calm down, "Not to be scared, I mean. My visions are open to interpretation, especially from a secondhand item like this...so there are a lot of things to unpack. Lucien's was..." she paused as she tried to find the words, "shorter, but just as cryptic."

After a moment of thinking, of trying to remember exactly how Ivory looked in the vision, she realized something. "The look you had on your face..." she said, staring off into nothing as she visualized what she had seen, "I've never seen you make that face before...and the other only once. It was like...I don't know, you were different somehow." She was speaking without thinking now, as she often did when she was analyzing or trying to remember something. These were details that were sure to pique Ivory's intrest, but Illyana was not sure how much she should say. Often, in visions like this, the more the subject knew about it the worse it was for them. In all her years of reading, Illyana had discovered something: all that humans, and in this case others as well, want is to see the future, but once they do lay eyes on it, they spend the rest of their lives trying to change the way it looks. She didn't want to see this happen with Ivory, especially something so symbolic. She didn't expect this of the dhampir, but felt that caution was best in this moment anyway, if she could wrangle herself into holding back a little.
Illyana vaguely noticed Ivory's presence next to her as she filled a glass with water and offered it to her. She took it and sipped, her hand shaking as she brought the glass to her mouth. Overall, this vision had been powerful, but not nearly as bad as the one she had seen from touching Lucien's King of Hearts, or others she had in the past. She would be okay, she just needed a moment.

She nodded as Ivory spoke, taking slow deep breaths to calm her nerves before having a final sip of cool water from the glass. "I'm okay...just, shaken. You know how it goes..."

She wanted to tell Ivory everything, but it was so much to say...and she wasn't sure how she felt about the information itself. How would Ivory react to some of the more...unwlecome details? And what did the end of the vision signify...there was so much to figure out and all from just a flash.

"Sorry..." she said, realizing that she was taking a little longer to speak. "Just gathering myself..." her voice trailed off and she looked down at the card before she began to describe what she had seen. "You looked lost...alone at first, just surrounded by darkness." She glanced at Ivory after saying this, making sure that she said the last bit quickly, "Then I saw Geralt walking towards you, like he was made of shadow. The only sounds were his footfalls. He reached out to you and..." she paused for a moment, lowering her voice slightly, partially out of respect and partially out of fear, "You reached back. It looked like you were going to take his hand and then he turned away and you...you just disappeared."

She realized how crazy it sounded, but by now she was used to explaining what she had seen and noting the expression on people's faces. Most often it was surprise, then disappointment. Very rarely was there happiness, but anger was never in short supply. The things she saw...well, people didn't really know what they were asking for.
Faolan watched Lucien go through the process of healing the girl, occasionally glancing around just due to his protective nature. He would never be too careful, not with such precious cargo. It was clear that this child was in awful shape, and Faolan knew before Lucien stated it that if not for them she would be dead. How she had managed to continue walking in this state was beyond him...and that eye. Of course, it was unsettling to see, but nothing that frightened him. It was something he had never seen before, and though his curiosity was piqued, he knew that none of them could talk about what was "strange" and what was "normal". What mattered now was getting this girl to safety and healthy again, nothing more.

When Lucien spoke, the Irishman could sense the pain in his voice, so he laid a hand on the Nephilim's shoulder for reassurance but did not offer any opinions of his own. It was not the time.

Aurel's comment drew his attention and he did look down at the backpack the girl had left. Normally, he would scold the lad for suggesting that they go through someone's personal belongings without permission, but Faolan knew that this was not Aurel's intention. This was a dire circumstance, and the backpack looked nearly empty. If anything, it was possible that it could point them in the direction of finding out what was going on.

Faolan grunted before picking up the bag and turning so he could lay it on the counter opposite Lucien. He was frowning as he unzipped the pack, making his displeasure at this activity known to all without so much as a word. He peered inside and found it just as empty as it looked. He pulled out a canteen and shook it gently, empty. He opened it and sniffed, but it has held only water and nothing more. He set it on the counter gently and reached in again. Mostly he found old pieces of paper used to wrap morsels of food, but not much, maybe two meals worth. It was clear by her state that the girl had been out and about for longer than that. Next, he withdrew a small book which looked even more minuscule in his grasp. He looked at the spine and his eyes widened as he read the title. It was a "pocket encyclopedia" of animals and plants of the Northeastern United States. He hummed, and as he went to set the book down a slip of paper fell out of it.

He was about to lean down to get it, but Aurel's reflexes had beaten him to it. Faolan turned back to the bag and withdrew a scrap of some material that smelled old but had the faint scent of flowers still embedded in it. Last, he took out a small pencil that was worn down to almost a nub and a tangled ball of string. There was nothing in the bag to indicate where the girl had come from aside from the book, so Faolan began replacing it all from where he had found it.
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