Phillis Circus: Outside the Big TopThe wind blew and roused specks of earth from the ground, causing Lute to tear up as he continued on towards the tents. Suddenly, the hyperactive girl was gone, but he could hear her voice trailing further and further away. âMaybe she got sucked inside that accursed hat of hers,â He joked weakly as the dust settled, except now there was something to be more concerned about than Sammieâs current whereabouts. The virtuoso was vaguely away of the earth shaking- hey, maybe the elephant was running after the crazy fireball-hurling chick- before getting tackled to the ground. At first he just thought that it was his own clumsiness at work, but a quick look upwards confirmed that he had been saved by the pokerfaced dude.
âEr, thanks! Oh no, no no no, donât go there!â Lute scrambled to his feet and hurried after Elena. Great, add a rampaging pachyderm to the already hostile mix of bear, lion and gorilla. Lute and Delilah could make more sarcastic comments about the situation, but the former was far more worried about the shapes he saw squirming under the fallen tentâs fabric. He reached the site and slid down to pull the heavy swaths off the form, and as expected saw a civilian- the very same girl he had rescued earlier inside the Big Top- trapped under a few planks of plywood. âSweetie, you really like putting yourself in harmâs way that much?â The virtuoso sighed and began to lift the wood off the child, who wasnât hurt bar for a set of scratches on the back of her arms. Before the two could bid a hasty retreat, an angry snarl ripped through the air and Lute, on instinct, turned towards the four animals. Although he wasnât too keen on letting Lucien suffer like that, the worst that could happen to his summon was that it would disappear in a puff of smoke once all its health was expended. The civilians, on the other handâŠ
âAight, exitâs right over there! Keep moving!â Lute appeared right beside Cammie with the girl still clutching his hand. Apparently her father was missing and she wasnât going to go anywhere without finding the lout. âDo you have a well or something in here? Iâm not sure about the Big Top, but maybe we can put out the flames in the smaller tents!â The virtuoso called out to the magician over the din, which suddenly subsided and was overlapped by a gentle, soothing tune. Though the people might as well soil themselves with how much they were panicking, the music had its effects- and most just assumed it was a circus trick from either Cammie or the white-haired guy- and most, if not all, of the straggles were cleared out in an orderly fashion. âGoddamnit-,â When the virtuoso cursed, the little girl gasped and glared at him, which made Lute turn red and revise his words, âI mean, blast it! Whereâs Eric anyway!? Donât tell me heâs in the Big Top, looking for that missing niece of his. Wait, actually⊠Shit- er, I mean, poop! He
could be in there!â