Expected Visit [The Carnival]

[Cruz]

Classes interfered with his personal life. His mother had been disappointed when the girls had left. But he carried one of their jackets out the door with the promise of returning it to her. It was the truth and it had appeased his mother. The coat had sat for a better part of the week over the back of his chair and taunted him with hopes and dreams and then there was the glimpses and darkness that followed in their wake. He wished he'd known their names. It would make finding them that much harder.

But the Carnival was easy to find. And walking around the tents was oddly comforting watching the shows and the performers. He stopped to watch the magic show, and watched as he used his gift to make things of wonder happen. She worked similar magic and it looked as fantastical as he imagined what the man did as well. But Cruz saw the weaves.

Lots of people stopped to watch, but most just passed through looking for the next feat.

He walked and shopped and looked around. He stopped in every tent and at every booth looking for either of the girls. The music coming from in front of the fortuneteller's tent caught his ear and that's when he saw them. One played the violin and danced around while the other looked enraptured with the performance. She spun lights and sound and Cruz wondered how much of the power was being used. He watched with idle amusement and wonder before he approached with her coat. He laid it in her lap with a smile. "You left this."