“We were too.” Gabrielle said. “Everyone was excited to see you.
Can you show me around your stuff?” She asked. “I”ve never seen anything like it.” “Sure.” Cellius waved her forward. “This is a great space for us to perform in. I’ve never seen a room this big before.” She walked over to the posts. “This is our trapeze rig. We hang ropes from it and do flying tricks.” “Really?” Gabrielle peered upward. “Wow.” “Yeah, it’s scarylicious.” Her new friend said. “I’ve never done it.
I just ride the horses in the ring.” She said. “My father wont’ let me do the flying… he says it’s too dangerous.” “I bet.” Gabrielle said. “What’s that there?” She pointed. “Oh that’s the balancing boxes.” Cellius said. “Borus, there, he and Jac can balance on them all piled up on each other.
It’s crazy. Wait till you see it.” “You mean they put the boxes on each other?” Gabrielle stared in fascination. “Oh, wait, I see.” She watched the two men as they started to practice. One put a ball down, then put a plank on top of it, jumping on the plank and keeping his balance as the ball rolled around. “Oh my gosh.” “Wait, it gets a lot better.
They get up higher than the cart there.” The woman said. “So..
What do you do here?” “Me?” Gabrielle tore her eyes away from the performers. “Oh.
I’m a storyteller.” She said, honestly. “You are? That’s great!” Came the surprising answer. “Boy, we haven’t heard too many stories this summer at all – we were hoping we’d get to hear some new ones here at the festival.” Well then. Gabrielle grinned. “This is going to be a lot of fun.” She said. “I really liked watching the horses yesterday..
Are they friends of yours? The riders I mean?” Cellius was already nodding. “They usually go a day or two ahead of us, since there’s a lot f them and it’s hard to fit all of us in the same place..
But this place is great.” She turned and spread her arms out. “Look at how high the ceiling is! Its like it was made for us.” Two of the slim, muscular men came over. “Hey Celli..
Who’s your friend?” One of the asked, giving Gabrielle a smile. “She’s cute.” Gabrielle felt the tips of her ears redden. “Hi.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m Gabrielle.” “Boots.” The man clasped her hand and released it. “She’s a storyteller, Boots.” Cellius said. “Yeah?” The man said. “Sweet..
Right bruddah?” He bumped the other man with his hip. “We like stories.” “So what is it you do?” Gabrielle asked.
Both men were super muscular, and they had tough, calloused hands. They were both good looking, with dark hair and brown eyes, and they weren’t too much taller than she was. “Are you the acrobats?” “We are!” Boots said. “We fly on the ropes and bars up there.” He pointed at the frame that was inching it’s way up to the ceiling. “Boy it’s gonna be great not having to worry about getting wet tonight doing it.” “You got that right.” The other acrobat said. “Bad enough you slipped out of my grip the last town, Boots.
Coulda broke your neck.” He edged closer to Gabrielle. “Hi there, pretty girl.
My name’s Zev.” “Hi.” Gabrielle still had her eyes focused upward. “That’s really high.” She looked at the two acrobats. “I bet it’s going to be a great show.” “Have you ever seen a circus?” Cellius said. “No.” Gabrielle shook her head. “I’m from a little village in the hills. I never saw anything like this.
We just got some jugglers sometimes at harvest where I’m from.” She said. “Once some guy came through who could shoot apples off people’s heads with a crossbow.
That was kind of exciting.” The performers all laughed. “I’ll show you.” Boots went over to the half assembled structure and leaped up, catching one of the wooden struts with both hands.
He paused, then he pulled himself up and then flipped up side down, leaning his weight on his thighs on the bar and releasing his hands, spreading his arms out in perfect balance. “Wow.” Gabrielle said.
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