The Deck, Monday Afternoon.

[boneyard_girl]

It was raining. Glitter. It was raining glitter, and really, anyone who knew Ada at all should not be shocked that she'd dug through the dorm janitorial closets to come up with buckets and place them all out on the deck, letting them fill to the point of bursting with the stuff

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille kept brushing glitter off her dress with little success, and didn't notice Ada until she heard her laughing. Then she stopped, momentarily forgetting to keep her dress glitter free. The glitter, the laughing and Ada sitting on the railing just made something tense inside her, and she didn't realize that she was staring.

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[boneyard_girl]

Ada was, admittedly, rather oblivious to most things going on around her except for the sparkles raining down from the sky. It took her a few moments to realize Lucille was there, but when she did, she waved and gave the other girl a bright smile.

"Lucille! Come out an' play with me!"

[crimson_sister]

Lucille approached her, now letting the glitter gather on her dress and in her hair. "Play?" she asked.

[boneyard_girl]

"Play!" Ada laughed, holding out her hands palms-up to let glitter gather there, then toss a handful at Lucille. "It's so pretty!"

[crimson_sister]

Lucille instinctively shielded herself with her arms, but let out a chuckle. "Does glitter always make you playful?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Yup. 'S like bein' home, a bit," Ada said, shielding her eyes to look up at the sky. "Most of th' carnival costumes got glitter or sequins, so it's always sparkly like this."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked up too. "I have never been to a carnival," she said. "Do you have glitter like this? Most of what I've heard is that there are frightening shows of people eating swords or fire, or being strangely deformed."

Ada seemed nothing like that, of course.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada flashed her picture-perfect carnie smile and clasped her (webbed) fingers behind her back as she shrugged, innocent as an angel. "We got a midway that's second-to-none, filled with all sorts of games, and a petting zoo," she said sweetly. "There's dancers an' knife-throwers an' rides to spin you around until you're dizzy."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille wouldn't consider Ada's hands deformed, or judge anyone with a severe deformity. Those with twisted souls were far worse after all. She didn't see the reason behind the gesture though, and said: "What kind of work did you do there?"

[boneyard_girl]

"'M a barker. I get people to pay their dollar to play the games or see the mermaid," Ada said, boosting herself up so she was standing on the rail of the deck, balanced as easy as could be.

"Step right up," she said, bowing to Lucille with a flourish, "--an see the wonders of the carnival! Fancy a bit of grace and culture? See the marvelous dancing ladies do th' flamenco! Fancy yourself a markswoman? Hit the target, win a prize! A dollar a try, or six tries for five."

[crimson_sister]

"What would you recommend?" Lucille asked, assuming the role of a visitor to the carnival. "What do you think I would enjoy the most?"

[vrajna_kralis]

Ah, someone new and also very pretty. And someone dressed a little closer to what Hyacinthe thought of as 'normal'. Not that he wasn't deeply appreciative of the clothing so many of the ladies (and no few of the lads) were sporting here. It made for excellent views.

"I believe 'tis a lost cause, my lady," he said cheerfully. "My experience with this is that it lingers. Besides, it looks most becoming in your hair, like a net of stars."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked up and blinked in surprise at the boy. She didn't know him, so she assumed he must be new, and he knew how to give compliments. At least the glitter had the advantage of hiding a slight blush, or so she hoped.

"Then we will soon all be like constellations," she replied, smiling. "I am Lucille Sharpe. I don't believe we have met."

[vrajna_kralis]

"We have not, for I would have remembered," Hyacinthe said, sliding off his perch on the railing to give Lucille a florid bow. His clothing was bright and colorful, though rough, and his hands were marked by years of labor, but his manners were the rival of any of Elua's scions--though tended towards flirtation and showmanship. He was the Prince of Travellers, after all, and had a reputation to uphold.

"Hyacinthe, Anastaizia's son," he said, reaching for her hand to press a kiss to the back of it, did she let him. "Recently of Night's Doorstep in the City of Elua, newly come to the island under the patronage of Messire Anafiel Delaunay."

[crimson_sister]

"I believe would have remembered too," Lucille said as he kissed her hand. She definitely would have; his introduction was like something out of a romantic novel. But Hyacinthe, wasn't that a girl's name? But there were far stranger things on the island than a surprising name.

"I am from England," she added. "From the county of Cumberland. My home is called Allerdale Hall, but is also known as Crimson Peak."

That wasn't how she usually introduced herself, but it matched his.

[vrajna_kralis]

"England?" Hyacinthe asked, frowning as he tried to remember which country that was back home. It was one of the few he'd made note of, because it was important.

"Ah!" he said, snapping his fingers as he remembered. "In my...world..." Nope, still not used to thinking of it that way. "...England is called Alba. Home of the fierce Cruithne tribes. We are separated by a small strait. I am from Terre D'Ange, called...France?"

A dreadfully unpoetic name.