[i] "Priscilla Rodriguez." [/i] 

Cici replied to his question with a grin. There was something about saying your own name that made the tip of your tongue tingle with a sense of accomplishment. [i]"You don't have to tell me your name yet, but it might help."[/i] Priscilla teased, watching André blot his clothes with not much progression towards taking the stain out. Priscilla winced slightly, knowing she didn't have the resources to replace his items if he so requested. It didn't seem like that case so far, but she could only hope for the best.

[b]“You wish to see Madame Sombre?”[/b] André asked his eye movement and reactions speaking louder than any words. Rather than causing fear, it caused Priscilla to be curious. She was quite the risk taker when it came down to things. [b]“What act is Mademoiselle in?”[/b] the man then asked and Cici's eye's widened in excitement, as she began to exclaim her passion, [i]"Sword swallowing! I'm still working on a few things, but I've gotten the basic long sword down to perfection. The two swords is something I'm working on, and I've been dying to try things other than swords..perhaps florescent lights."[/i] she rambled on as André excused himself, little to Priscilla's knowledge.

André returned, in a crisp clean shirt. [i]"And that's pretty much why I would never try to swallow someone's arm ever again." [/i] Cici finished her long pointless ramble, finally noticing he had changed his shirt. [i]"You look great."[/i] Cici nodded with a wink, watching as André carefully set up his tent in case someone happened to stop by. The two began walking, and their conversation sparked up once more. [b] “Madame Sombre might be in her tent, yet one might never be sure. It may be best to seek after the shows have finished. In the meantime, my dear, I’ve another obligation to attend.” [/b] he noted, walking towards an area that Priscilla hadn't ventured yet.

[b] “I’d suggest you come to watch a fantastical illusionist in performance, if you’ve yet to see her.” [/b] André recommended, and Cici followed closely behind, her teal boots kicking up some of the rocks as she caught up to the man's side. She hadn't seen the show yet, and she would hate to lose her heavy lead to both Madame Sombre and a promise to free funnel cake.