Snippet #1523959

"Alright, everyone. To the main tent! Quickly now! We don't want to leave our visitors waiting."

Cici's eyes flickered open with only the slightest of complaints. As she hadn't found someone else's tent to crash in the previous night, she ended up falling twenty feet to the ground out of the dead tree in which she'd perched. Rubbing a fantastically resilient spine and running her fingers as many times as possible through her hair before rejoining the majority of the circus. To the (relatively) young woman's chagrin, everyone else appeared to be already up.

"Alright, alright," she grumbled to the circus at large. "I get it, I sleep too much. Though it might not be such a problem if people weren't so stingy with their tents." Not that she expected anything different. If it were her, Cici wouldn't necessarily let someone liable to light up - literally - into her home. Well, whatever. At least she never got cold.

Wandering back into the main area, Cici found most everyone to have cleared out, probably gone backstage to prep for the circus. Honestly, she chided herself, she really needed to reset her biological clock. Or just stop staying up all night. But there was some kind of pull about darkness that often kept Cici from going to bed until far past when some people were even getting up.

Glancing into the main tent, the phoenix looked around for her ringmaster. "Hey, Cirque. Sounds like we've got a crowd. Do I have time to practice trapezeing" she wrinkled her nose artfully, "or will I be really in the way of their horror and shock? Also, did we remember to put the break-net back in place, because I didn't." Sure, most people valued responsibility, but Cici only ever went so far to indulge anyone, even her employer. To soften the implied admission that she didn't return the equipment to its proper place after practicing, the girl smiled brightly. "Late at night, you know?"