She was taken back beneath excitement to something of gleam or gallant. They gravitated toward her, wanting to accept her, partake of her journey. She shivered in her conforming seat, contemplating these lifestyles almost in a judging manner but not quite.
Her hand was never raised in disapproving motions.
She merely volunteered to be a rescue. As you would a lost dog, a homeless cat
or any other pathetic animal you couldn’t help find but adorable.
They
like her, they pulled at her. Bringing her into an embrace she had never
experienced. Doc, the ringmaster placed a comforting hand on her shoulder
welcoming her into his family of misunderstood individuals. He lead her down
the line of performers. First the Bearded Lady, Mona, then Doc the manager and
caretaker of the animals, Katarina, the tattooed beauty. The triplet acrobats
near her age eyeing her shape and figure. She walked amongst these odd
individuals; her fear unbearable now. She came to the conclusion she must shout
out for some sort of help, but what kind of assistance was she asking for? A
departure? A rescue from these odd fools, who she seemed to belong too, or
maybe just maybe a helping hand. The mystic, Arunia, smiled at her as she lent
an open hand, her voice was simple, but pretty. She hushed Trae Lai’s fears;
she was home.S.M. Bjarnson
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