Marie recoiled a bit, both at the sketchy secret sliding door and the mention of other acrobats. Twin acrobats, no less! That sounded impressive. Marie was rather new to this, and the thought of competing with twin acrobats turning all kinds of tricks over each other made her stomach jump. She followed Marguerite down the stairs, skipping every other one with a little hop-skip of nervous energy.
"Pst," she whispered, tugging at one of Alexandra's myriad scarfs. "Who're the bird brains? Are they new?" She thought it a clever joke - Circus of the Swallow. Bird brains. Haha. As long as the stupid twin's didn't fly through the air like their namesake. She pulled off her cloak, adjusting her own rosette as she handed it to Antoine, hands fluttering from her necklace to smooth the patchwork petals of her skirt. She swayed back and forth agitatedly, still wired from the night's performance, the music and haze of smoke making her head foggy. A drink was most certainly in order.
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