Eleana arrives with the rest of the performers, still feeling fresh and energized from her time in the ring. Vladamir was like a different vampire as he approaches the group. Now, when the circus was formed, there were very strict rules about the killing of humans. However, humans are fragile, it can be so easy to kill them, so of course there is a death from time to time. It seems someone was sloppy this time. A body was found and even worse the human authority was involved. Eleana rolls her eyes as she listens, some people need to learn how to clean up after themselves. The crowd shrinks as figures drafted toward their caravans or tents until its just Eleana and a few others. Vladimir and the ringmaster Rosalind seem to have gathered to talk quickly. Eleana watches this for a moment then wanders away from the circle herself. 

She finds herself at the circle of caravans and walks toward the patches of grass in the middle served as a short of gathering place for the creatures to relax. The set of tables where they share their meals sits empty and the fire put populated by chairs is silent. Eleana leans, letting her fingers dance over the scorched logs and the whole pit erupts in flames. She pulls her robe together as the fire flickers and cracks the air enjoying the silence. Then Eleana catches the sound of footsteps as others approach the caravan circle. With arms folded, Eleana steps around the fire pit and lets her feet carry her toward the treeline, Eleana needed the fresh air.