RPG - Jas and Alejandro

[timbits_tootsie]

Those who recognize him from last night greet Jaspre with smiles and compliments on his dancing when they see him. He offers them polite smiles and nods of his head in return and makes his way to the main tent, where Alejandro said he’d be practicing. The circus grounds are busy; people carry things, take care of their animals or stand around and

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[antonnachzehrer]

"Alejandro," Aliona says as she catches him from his flip. "Your friend from last night is back."

Alejandro looks as he flips onto the other bar, smiling at the sight of Jaspre standing there, watching him. "I have to go say hello," he calls to her, and she nods, flipping to him and then to the platform. He follows.

Jaspre seems slightly out of place and very acutely aware of it as he climbs down and approaches him, so Alejandro smiles for him. "Sinthia!" he calls. "Look who came to visit!"

{ME TOO~}

[timbits_tootsie]

She scrambles to her feet from where she’s sitting on a wooden box and comes running, stopping as she reaches Alejandro. Excitement and nervousness make her press her lips together and raise her shoulders a bit.

“Hello there,” Jaspre greets her, chuckling at the way she reaches for Alejandro’s hand to squeeze his fingers tightly. “I’m Jaspre. You name is Sinthia?” His voice is low and friendly not to frighten her. From the way she looks at him, he knows she is shy.

“It’s Absinthia, but only PaPa calls me that.”

“I see.”

There is a flower in the hand that’s not holding the boy’s, a frail looking thing of beauty that he can’t recognize. It looks like a flower he has seen before, but at the same time not. She looks up at Alejandro, as if asking for permission, or encouragement.

(:D Sinthia should totally latch onto Jas and cry when he has to leave. He'll feel really guilty :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

He smiles and nods. "Go on," he says quietly, giving her a gentle nudge.

{Oh, good idea. :3}

[timbits_tootsie]

“I made this for you, Jaspre,” she blurts out and holds out the flower, looking expectantly at him with her marble-like eyes.

“For me?” At her nod he kneels down on one knee and accepts the present, taking it in his hands as gently as he can not to damage it. Traces of magic linger in the plant. For someone so young, it’s an impressive achievement.

“I am a traveller, Sinthia. I can’t carry flowers with me.”
Her face falls.

“But…If I do this…” He mumbles words under his breath and blows air on the flower. Its leaves shiver, and then, slowly, a thin layer of something that looks like glass, crystalises it. “I can take it with me anywhere, and it’ll never wilt.”
The wide eyed, admiring look on her face reminds him of a time long gone and nostalgic memories.