The Siren And The Clown

For the violet blooded sea dweller there was not much to do...It was never new for Eratop to sneak in and out of her hive when her lusus was gone, and as of late she had a favorite attraction. Just as she had done since she first found the area she donned a purple (maybe...she couldn’t tell what color it was) cloth over her wetsuit-like attire and shirt, along with her veil, before climbing.

Climbing through the dark crevices of the underwater caves before finally feeling the outside air on her face. One final turn along with a small jump, and she grasped onto the edge of the hole.

Shimmy-shimmy-shommy

Ta-Da! She was out.

After picking up her hidden cloth sack. Inside was some currency, a few sheets of paper, small wooden sticks, and some ink. Once she checked to see all her parcels were inside the back Eratop started walking.

Walking towards the sounds of fanfare and joy.

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It took a while, transversing many hills and eve a village….But she finally made it.

Even if her eyes were bad and couldn’t recognize the colors, the large tent stood out from all the other things around her. But then again, it also seemed that she stood out too...Many other trolls would glance at her, whispering and gazing in shock and...Fear?

Why would she fear--

Oh right...Highbloods were supposed to be violent….Or, at the least, that’s what Daddy Cetus always told her. Yet Eratop tried not to think too much about that. All her focus was devoted to the large signs all around her, pointing to the tent’s opening.

COME ON IN

ENJOY THE SHOW

WATCH AND BE AMAZED

These words made her feel all tingly inside and just made her rush into the tent, zooming past an announcer who was listening off all of the sights to see.

A strong man, an illusionist, clowns, knife throwers, plate spinners. The list went on and on it seemed!

Racing to the corner of the stands and finding her spot, the seat that was closest to where the carnival workers would enter. Actually, in all honesty, it wasn’t a seat...It was just a step in the entire staircase that lead the other people down and up to other rows. No one seemed to mind her in the little corner beside them though, many didn’t even acknowledge she was there. But that was alright, it gave her more opportunity to finish her poem.

Just as the show started up, Eratop recited it in her head as she got out said piece of paper.

The colors skim across my eyes as I watch them fly.
As I watch the trapeze swinger as people go “OH MY!”
The sights are a wonder, even to my uncolored sight.
I hear the crowd gasp, and I feed off of their delight.
People jump and somersault, eliciting joy from all around.
From the gymnasts to the acrobats to the lovely clowns.
The clowns are the funnest off all though it seems.
They juggle and laugh, whetting my cheerful schemes.
They tumble and turn with such cheer and laughter.
Tossing even fragile things like glass but they don’t shatter.
The cheer and joy are clear even to my own blurry eyes.
There is a vacancy of sadness, depression, and demise.
This is my little sanctuary of calm and sweet life.
Where there is no silly wars or my life’s strife.

She blushes at the words she had managed to write on the single sheet of paper. Wow…Eratop had never written such things…..B-But it felt good!! Great even!

Maybe...Maybe she could give it to them…

Her blush was evident and grew to the tips of her fins. Oh dear, th-that would be...That would be scary…She began writing more on the sheet of paper, turning the poem into a small letter along with it.

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It wasn’t until after the show did she sneak into the back, stumbling through the swarm of trolls who were chattering. Her small height allowed her to sneak a bit, until she found one of the clowns in the show.  Carefully she goes up to him, and taps his shoulder nervously, holding her folded up letter in her hand.

“Hm?” The male turns around, looking at her with a quirked eyebrow, before giving her a smile. “Oh, hello madam.”

She feels a lump in her throat as he bows to her, his hair swaying with the graceful moment. Just as he stands up straight, opening his mouth to ask her a question, she jutts the letter to him.

The male blinks, gently taking the letter from her and carefully opening it to see her writing.

Dear Circus-Performer-Who-Gets-This,

I would like to thank you. Thank you for the Wonders and joy that you and your friends/family/i-don’t-know….I have never felt such happiness and wonder before I came here. The only things I can compare this to is when I first found out about books and began reading. So thank you, thank you and everyone, so much. You have made my sweep with your wonderful acts and scenes, and I can never thank you enough. I hope you enjoy the poem that I have attached to this, and please, never stop what you are doing here. You have all touched so many lives, and I hope everyone will have the opportunity to see them.

After that there was her poem, and finally she signed her name. Eratop Nereid.

“Please, wait a moment.” The male said, holding up his hand, before running off somewhere. The violet blood was left to stand there for a few moments, re-thinking what had just happened...Before blinking when a bouquet appeared in her line of vision. "Here, for you."

Her fins fluttered happily at the sight as she gently took them. “Thank you for the letter Miss, it was very touching..”

Eratop felt her throat tighten even more. She knew it was proper to give a response, but she couldn’t find her voice…However her eyes raised up through her glasses, and for a moment her eyes met his.

Albeit cliche, time seemed to stand still in that second of time, a spark emitting. Noises filtered out and were blocked, scents seemed to pause registering…

It was just….Them….

However soon enough they had to blink, coming back into reality.

“I...I am Jaques.” Jaques…..Her mouth formed the name, softly whispering it to where it was almost audible. Slowly he pokes into the flower bouquet, and showed her what looked like a ticket. “I hope you come again, to see the show.”

Her fins were probably flushed purple now as she nodded her head, of course she would! O-of course she would…

“Wonderful, then I shall see you then, Eratop.” The clown took her hand, gently kissing the top of it, before slowly departing into the tent waving to her.

The highblood stayed there for a while, blinking as she looked from the bouquet back to where Jaques had left….

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A fond smile finds it way to her lips as she gently sniffs the bouquet, turning around and leaving the area. Well~ Looks like she had plans tomorrow~

And next time, she’d make sure to talk a bit more to the darling clown she had just met.