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Only when Samuel had set down his glass stirring rod did he allow himself a great sigh. The Australian Potion's Master was meticulous when brewing, but lately his thoughts had been wandering into the strange fairyland that existed within the French woodlands. He'd met a fae and he couldn't forget her, no matter how strange and unfamiliar her circumstances had been. He felt compelled to seek out the La Grande Tour Circa again, but for what purpose? He didn't have anything to share with her- especially nothing that would interest a woman who lived as exciting a life as she did, he was sure.
Two hours later and Samuel had had enough of his fretful melancholy. He'd mooned over girls before and never had the bollocks to chase after them. Mariposa had seemed genuinely regretful that he'd gone, and he'd only left for propriety's sake. Sam knew that he could get himself into real trouble following his natural curiosity to uncertain ends, but he was a big boy and he could tie his own laces and everything. If he wanted to see her again, he bloody well would.
Surprisingly, it didn't take long to locate La Grande again, although it took him nine apparations and a chunk of his savings to do so. The Circa had ended up in Spain. Sam's rudimentary French was not going to help him here, but his gentle manners and general air of bewilderment endeared the locals to him, and they helpfully pointed him to a more specific location. He'd only had the flyer to go by. Once standing in front of the bustling miniature city that was the sea of circus tents, Sam was immediately accosted by curious acrobats, including one particular 'gentleman' who got a bit handsy for his liking.
"Howdy-doo, cutie!" said Robin, who introduced himself to the sandy blonde with gusto. "You've come a long way to watch one of the finest shows in Europe and Oceania! Can I interest you in-"
"Please get your hand out of my pockets," interrupted Sam as politely as he could. The well-built acrobat had the gall to look sheepish, and let go of Sam's wallet.
"Aw, don't mind me, force of habit. Can I interest you in a drink?"
"No thank you," Sam replied. "I'm looking for someone called Mariposa. Do you know her?"
Robin's' crinkly, smiling eyes got a little sharp with a mixture of interest and warning.
"Sure do. She's my sister."
Sam stared. Robin was almost literally twice Mariposa's height and looked nothing like her.
"Where do you know her from?"
"Er, she um, introduced herself," began the nervous Australian- the gypsy loked entirely unsurprised.
"I'm sure she did ... What's your name?!" Robin burst out, startling Sam terribly. "Where do you live, where do you work, what's your favourite colour, what are your intentions?-" Poor Sam was getting the third degree, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.
Two hours later and Samuel had had enough of his fretful melancholy. He'd mooned over girls before and never had the bollocks to chase after them. Mariposa had seemed genuinely regretful that he'd gone, and he'd only left for propriety's sake. Sam knew that he could get himself into real trouble following his natural curiosity to uncertain ends, but he was a big boy and he could tie his own laces and everything. If he wanted to see her again, he bloody well would.
Surprisingly, it didn't take long to locate La Grande again, although it took him nine apparations and a chunk of his savings to do so. The Circa had ended up in Spain. Sam's rudimentary French was not going to help him here, but his gentle manners and general air of bewilderment endeared the locals to him, and they helpfully pointed him to a more specific location. He'd only had the flyer to go by. Once standing in front of the bustling miniature city that was the sea of circus tents, Sam was immediately accosted by curious acrobats, including one particular 'gentleman' who got a bit handsy for his liking.
"Howdy-doo, cutie!" said Robin, who introduced himself to the sandy blonde with gusto. "You've come a long way to watch one of the finest shows in Europe and Oceania! Can I interest you in-"
"Please get your hand out of my pockets," interrupted Sam as politely as he could. The well-built acrobat had the gall to look sheepish, and let go of Sam's wallet.
"Aw, don't mind me, force of habit. Can I interest you in a drink?"
"No thank you," Sam replied. "I'm looking for someone called Mariposa. Do you know her?"
Robin's' crinkly, smiling eyes got a little sharp with a mixture of interest and warning.
"Sure do. She's my sister."
Sam stared. Robin was almost literally twice Mariposa's height and looked nothing like her.
"Where do you know her from?"
"Er, she um, introduced herself," began the nervous Australian- the gypsy loked entirely unsurprised.
"I'm sure she did ... What's your name?!" Robin burst out, startling Sam terribly. "Where do you live, where do you work, what's your favourite colour, what are your intentions?-" Poor Sam was getting the third degree, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.