It’d been a rough two weeks for the Von family. Gidgit started to molt- of course, none of it was her fault, being a parent to three children, years eight, five and three was a full time job in it’s self, and then there was Darren. Without his partner, Evra was out of the lineup for the next few shows, with the help of Mr. Tall, giving him enough time to tend to his snake.
It also gave him enough time to tend to his old friend.
After finally getting Alexander Ribbs to distract Shancus, Lillia,and Urcha; he made sure Gidgit was sound asleep before heading into Darren’s tent.
It had been quite a shock the night him and Lefty- Harkat (it was still incredibly hard not to call him Lefty) had come back. Darren hadn’t said much, but Harkat had gotten the point across. Larten Crepsley was dead. Murdered at the hands of the Vampaneze.
The vampire was a dear friend to most everyone in the Cirque. Evra often recalled the times when he was a lot younger, a first time performer of the Cirque, and how Larten had given him courage to go out. But as sad as it was, it wasn’t as sad as seeing his best friend- his brother, dying inside.
As he entered the tent, careful to announce his presence with a soft “Hey, it’s me. I’m coming in.” Evra noted how dark it was. True, Vampires couldn’t be out in sunlight for more than a few hours, but it was a different kind of dark. A heaviness in the air, and a heavy foreboding feeling had begun to sink in.
Darren was on his hamock, sitting at the edge and seemed to make no move to reply to Evra.
“Sorry I haven’t really gotten a chance to talk to you,” The snake man began, laughing dryly. “Merla and Me have had our hands tied with the kids- and keeping them away from Gidgit is hard enough....never thought I’d see kids so fascinated with a snake molting.”
He stopped just short of his friend, his small smile dropping into a worried frown. “...How you holding up, Darren?” He knew the answer...but if it was a first step to getting Darren to talk- to open up...
