@castelleve 🤍’d.
despite the scents and shows and dances, the circus was not exempt from the slugginess of routine. the twins had often invented games to occupy their time in the in-between hours, but with their growing responsibilities, it was rare to find each other in the monochromatic paths.
widget had discovered other ways to occupy his time.
this stranger stood out even without widget’s magic informing him of a proper treasure trove of stories trailing behind him. the next chance he got, the boy approached him inside the crowd, and he had to veil his awe at his formidable height.
“good evening, sir,” he said, perfectly polite. “i saw you in the tent housing the big cats earlier. did you enjoy the show?”