MUWAHAHAHA (( Drawn on my almost dead cellular device )) Another day in the circus, another group of people who targeted her tent. Acrow hated it when people attempted to take her animals away; they didn't know what happened behind the tents after performances. They didn't know how much she adored and cared for the poor animals. This night, though, wasn't as tame as the other attempts people have made. It started as a smell, then gradually grew into smoke and colors of orange engulfing her tent. The animals panicked in their cages as she scrambled to free them, tears in her eyes as she inhaled more and more smoke. The fire grew, and grew. Poles holding her tent up started to collapse, and thankfully, she managed to free the last animal. But /she/ was stuck in there. Or, that's what she thought. "Crow? Crow!" A familiar voice called out in a panic, which she soon recognized as TicketTakers. "Dad?" She coughed out, "Where are you?" Her voice was hoarse from inhaling so much smoke, and tears finally began to roll down her cheeks. She followed his voice before eventually finding the blue in the ocean of orange. __ It's been weeks, and her animals still haven't been found. It hurt her dearly, knowing that it was her fault for the whole thing. She has been staying in Columbina's old tent. Pierrot and the others stayed away from it as much as possible. Burns marked up her legs, still having not healed despite her being inhuman. She hated looking at them; it was a painful reminder that she had lost the ones she loved most. TicketTaker entered the tent suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts. That's when she realized she was crying again. The ink-like tears rolling down her cheeks. "It's okay, my dear... We will find them soon, I promise." He sat next to her on the bed as she wept silently.
