#tnrpg

Livy sat behind her tree, wiping the heavy make up she'd been made to wear for her last performance. The eye make up was especially hard to get off without making herself tear up. Finally she gave up and just let her eyes water. A twig snapped behind her and she peered around the edge. No one was there, it was probably just her imagination... It usually was, anyway. A couple of young newsboys ran past but paused when they saw her watering eyes. They eyed her carefully but said nothing and ran along to sell their stack of papers. She sighed and turned around again, near giving up on getting the make up off now. 

Essie stumbled a bit on her final landing, but considering the fact her audience was full of drunken men and women and children who probably couldn't even notice the stumble, her cheers were just as loud as they'd always been. She avoided looking towards the entrance of the tent, where she knew her brother would be standing; arms crossed, gripping the handle of his knife, the same strange expression of proud and frightened that he always wore. She knew he would've scolded her about the stumble, told her to be more focused on her landing next time. The crowd cleared out from her show and she avoided her brother, walking all the way into the streets.

Wesley tipped his hat at the young woman he'd just run an errand for. She giggled lightly and handed him a coin. "Aww, I couldn't. Not from a sweet young woman like you." He grinned genuinely and gave her the coin back. Instead of paying him, she smiled at him sweetly and asked if she'd be allowed to pay him the next time he works for her.