Marie nearly choked on her tea in her eagerness to see the other circus - she set the delicate cup down on its saucer with an entirely unladylike clatter, and twisted around to see the two tall gentlemen with feathers in their hats.
Her cheeks promptly turned bright red. They were rather attractive.
A mission! Find Marguerite. Her usual grace rather impeded by her continued efforts to see the other acrobats over everyone's head - a difficult task, for someone as height-challenged as Marie - and she near tripped over her own feet getting down from her seat at the bar and beginning to make her way around the den. Where could Marguerite have even gone? She'd been there with them, just moments before... Frowning to herself, her attentions still somewhat otherwise diverted - she'd never seen the Circus of the Swallow perform, of course, and suddenly she very much wanted to - for strictly professional reasons, of course, chalking up the competition... she stood on tip-toe to get a better look around the den, looking for a lab coat or green or red rosette that would identify the mad scientist.
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