[quote=Tyrant from the West]
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[quote=Silent] 
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Annaliese gave him an encouraging smile, yet she still looked like the vixen that she was, and spoke in her gentle tone of voice, [b]"No offense is taken. There is nothing that can be said that hasn't been said to me before."[/b] Her face still held the sly grin, but her eyes flickered to show something that may have once been pain. But that flicker could have been just a slight change in the lighting or perhaps just a coincidence. [b]"Well, no matter, the circus shall always provide you with anything that you may need to spice up your show, whether you say something to someone or not. It truly is... strange how there are no stagehands to been seen anymore though. Perhaps you don't find that strange."[/b] She tilted her head to the side, her some of her curly scarlet hair falling from the messy bun, and her expression was serious. [b]"But perhaps... you should."[/b]

She was about to continue on with her warning about the Madame and keep an eye out for Tanner, but she did not have a chance before more patrons entered the tent. She gave him a pleasant smile, as if she had told him a joke.[b] "Well, good luck, [i]mon amie[/i], please do stop by my tent when you have the time for a cup of tea."[/b] Then she turned and seemed to vanish into the shadows of the tent. She walked through the crowds, no one taking notice to her. To them, she appeared to be a child, although she looked down at her hand and saw her own hand. She knew that she wouldn't have to hide herself from the crowds, most would be too busy trying to find a tent to enter, but she didn't want to take the chance of running into one of her previous patrons or get an ear-full from Madame Sombre about how she should be in her tent more often than not. [i]She doesn't need to know that I'm taking a stroll to visit the others during my breaks...[/i]

Upon entering Andre's tent, she sat down in one of the seat offered, now appearing to be an elderly woman in her early eighties. She sat there and watched him play with his dolls, clapping and laughing in all the right places, even though she had seen his shows many a time. She greatly enjoyed his tent, even though she would never admit it out loud to him. She waited until the show was done and stood up and, instead of leaving the tent, she sneaked into the back where he sat drinking a bottle of Coke. Upon placing herself in the shadows, she returned to her actual appearance and stood there, watching him talk to his dolls for a few moments before stepping out and into the light.

[b]"A charming show, as always, Andre."[/b] She stated quietly. Her face no longer held its vixen grin or sly smirk. It was blank and empty of emotion as she was.