Acadia Durast wandered the circus fairgrounds, pausing as each act caught her eye. The various scents and music that drifted in the air sent a shiver of thrill down her spine. She was excited for the show later that night, but it was early yet, and she wanted to set the mood, maybe check out some of the side shows or find a new friend in the crowd.
There was another reason why Acadia was here.
She was a skilled tarot reader, and she often turned to her deck of cards when she was feeling a little lost in life. Recently, they had felt full of energy, almost buzzing with contained excitement. They had led her to this place, and after years of traveling alone, she harbored a secret hope of running away with the circus for herself.
Of course, it would take a lot of convincing. But if there was one thing Acadia was sure of, it was her own skill and practicality. She set out to find something to do.
