Come One, Come All to the Aurora Faire [OPEN]

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The Aurora Fair had set it's Europe branch, up a few hours outside of any major town in the area. They had advertised everywhere  so they had a fairly good group floating in and out of the open gates.  The faire had gotten a new face lift since the original opening was a giant castle (since Europe actually has them, they gave up on the idea). The opening was now a large sprawling fake tree that housed the ticket booth. The theme for the Europe branch was that of a fantasy elven world, more focused on nature then the whole' medieval times were cool ' thing the American branch did. Vhenan, who was the star performer and now co-owner of the faire, loved the new nature theme, it fit the landscape better. She currently sat up in the fake trees branches jokingly mocking the man that was playing the elven king,, who was trying to greet all of the parons that where coming in and out of the faire. 

The King was played by an ex-insurance sales man, named Jeff, and had become the grandfatherly figure of the troupe that permanently lived with with the faire. Vhenan liked him because he reminded her of her father. A bell chimed from somewhere within the silver tower that sat in the center of the faire. Vhenan realized that she'd be late if she just stayed here and kept taunting Jeff. She jumped down from the tree, saying good bye to Jeff and then running off towards the large canvas tent off in the distance.  Vhenan decided to make her commute more interesting by dancing through the shopping stalls, running on the bannisters of the pirate ship that was parked in the center of the game and pirate section  and finally jumping from barrell to barrel in the mess hall area. Just a head was her large tent made of canvas and silk. It was 4 stories tall, housing her home as well as the perfomance area where she did her aerial silk performances. Today was her easy show, random music from her music selection and just whatever tricks she felt like doing. It was going to be a pretty easy day.


((other areas of the Faire not mentioned, the Fairy cove, the mud pit performance area, jousting area, archery practice and the escaped dragon roller coaster))

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The newspaper Daniel worked for had decided to do an articular about the popular fair that had been touring around Europe recently. And Daniel had been the lucky person chosen to do the interviews. She was wondering from stall to stall, looking at the merchandise they were selling. Even if she was technically 'on duty' she could still make her time here worth it. She took some money out of her bag, and offered it to the person in charge of one of the stalls. She then picked up an odd piece of jewelry and put it in her bag, walking away. She wouldn't really wear it, because she never wore jewelry, but it was still good to have just in case.

She wandered around a bit, until she found the tent she was looking for. She politely peeked her head in, before speaking up.

" Excuse me. My name's Daniel Walker, i'm with the London Prophet. I was wondering if you would be willing to do a quick interview with me about the fair?" Daniel said politely offering the only person who was in the tent her hand.

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" Excuse me. My name's Daniel Walker, i'm with the London Prophet. I was wondering if you would be willing to do a quick interview with me about the fair?" Daniel said politely offering the only person who was in the tent her hand.

The other occupant started a little, hastily tucking away a small silver wand with a glowing white tip as she turned. She was a small Hispanic woman with a mass of curly black hair, wearing a hunter green highwayman's coat so dark as to be almost black, with gold frogging on the cuffs and button holes, and a wide-brimmed black hat with a feather stuck in it.

"Wouldn't mind in the slightest," responded that other occupant, shaking Daniel's hand with a grin that could light up the room. Her grip was firm, but not oppressive, and her slim hand was heavily callused. "I'm not with the fair, though. Does that make a difference?"

From the rest of her clothing, it would have been easy enough to assume that she was with the fair. She wore a cream-colored poet's shirt and a black leather vest with gold buttons, and black jeans that tucked into black boots that rose to mid-calf and folded over. A black leather sword belt supported a basket-hilted sword and dagger, and a flintlock pistol was tucked into the belt next to a leather pouch worked with what appeared to be celtic knotwork.

"I hope that you don't mind that I don't recognize the Prophet, either," she added. "I've just recently arrived in London, myself."

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Vhenan had performed her show leading to a standing ovation. The music had been spell-binding when tied with her work. A large line of people had come over wanting her autograph and a picture. Which she had graciously given out freely. Clean up took a little bit longer than usual because one of her performers mixed up silk cleaners and ruined one of them. BY the time she headed back to her smaller tent she was  tired and just a little angry. SO When she heard voices in her tent that weren't ones she recognized she got angry. 
"Can I Help You?"