Snippet #1810508

"No," Rire laughed. "Yellow is not for performers anyhow. Very bad luck." He shook his head and snatched a pair of pants that seemed like they would fit the brunette. "Well...I think you should try it after some training, buddy. You don't have to work with it today. Try playing the clown part like I did when I started out. Just do what you're good at for now." He flashed a thumbs up. "Just have fun with it. Be scary. Be entertaining."

When Mira mentioned his sense of style the boy coughed, slightly embarassed. "I-I was a tailor in a past life. Thank you." Actually, he was a tailor's son. Still, Rire was still very experienced in the trade. "Oh and..." the boy rocked on his feet and half-laughed. "I could make you a mask too. If you'd like one, that is."

Suddenly jittery, the boy stumbled over himself. Suddenly, he was a little nervous as he wasn't sure who was up next. He hoped it wasn't him...that meant he was late to get to the tent. Startled, the masked boy turned to Lady Aryanna, asking the silent question.