Poe sat up in the branch of a tree. The ground below him littered with targets, bottles, and bits of rope. He hummed softly to himself. His eyes looked off to the sun as it began to sink. His yellow eyes danced in the light. His leg swayed slowly as he leaned back into the trees embrace.

Eriyenna had finally finished her last batch of circus posters for the evening and was ready to return to her cart and the Circus. She was tired and smelled distinctly of glue and paper. Singing to herself a few lines from a song she hoped to have ready by opening night, the bells at her ankles chimed softly along with her steps. Slightly behind her, blue eyes shining in the twilight, her black bander wolf loped along, contentedly sniffing around.

The purple-haired wick paused, not noticing the man in the tree so much as his humming. She gazed around for it's source curiously, wondering if it was just the wind singing along. Finally spotting the source of the sound after noticing all of the strange things scattered on the ground, she smiled, "Whatcha doin' up there, kov?"

Poe stopped humming and looked down. He arched a brow and gave a smirk. His smile changing from a peaceful one to a whimsical one.
"Me... I am watching the sun go down. How about yourself rosh."
Poe shifted his other leg and sat to face the woman. He leaned down his body haloed by the light of the setting sun his smile wide and his yellow eyes shineing.

Eri laughed; it was like wind chimes in the summer. She held a hand to her forehead against the glare from the setting sun; her hand was sticky and the witch regretted touching her face with it, "O'nothing much, really. Just finished hangin' some posters for the Circus. Hopefully, we'll get a benny turn out an' everyone'll have a great time."

She put her other hand on her hip and the swirling, star-like patterns of tattoos along the right side of her body caught the setting sun and seemed to shine a brighter purple than her hair. Eri grinned, "Well, now that I've told ya 'bout it, you'll have to come –" She noticed the targets as Bright-eyes sniffed one, knocking it over with a whine, "You sure you're just out here to watch the sunset? What's all this stuff for?"

Poe gave a light smirk. The flax on the ground would smell of gun powder. Poe pushed himself off the branch and fell to the ground. Landing softly on his feet he leaned up on the tree. His smile never wavered.
"Watching the sunset is what I was doing when you asked... right now I am talking to you... this is what is left from what i was doing before."
He enjoyed being criptic at times plus this girl worked with the circus and he was not shore if he should tip his hat just yet.

The witch slowly removed her hand from her forehead to rub the glue off on her skirt, "Hmm. So I see that we're conversin'. I was kinda askin' about what you were doing before you sat in that tree." Eriyenna looked around again, casually watching her bander wolf finish his nosy investigation of all the things scattered on the ground, "Well ... unless you've got some more riddles, I should be gettin' back to the camp and my kint before dark." She smiled, ready to be off her feet and playing some music.

Poe's smile brightened a bit. He tilted his head to the side.
"I was practicing... for the circus."
He looked the witch over a bit he took note of the tattoos on her skin. He leaned down and started to pick up the litter he made during his daily practice. Putting the trash in a bag as he went.

"For the ... circus? Oh!" The witch grinned and clapped, humming a few bars of some random song instead of laughing, "That's benny! We could always use more performers." She sniffed, watching the yellow-eyed man clean up after himself, "Er. What do you do, exactly? I promise I won't tell." Eri smiled playfully, really wanting to hum some more, "I'll let you surprise Balder an' the gang."

Poe looked over and stood up. He stroked his chin thinking. He looked a bit pensive as he stepped closer. He stepped up to the witch.
"Well I do not think I should preform for free. If i show off for you what do i get in return."
He gave a playful chuckle and cocked his head to the side.
"oh and my name is Poe... by the by."

Eri giggled again at the strange man, finding him curious and realizing as he came closer he was definitely foreign. She wondered where he was from, and smiled thoughtfully, "An exchange, eh? Well ..." She turned and patted down her satchel, finding that at least her flute was indeed in there. Withdrawing the small, hand-carved bone instrument from her leather bag, she held it up to the wick in front of her, "How about I play you a song in return, then? That's what I'm best at, anyways."


The purple-haired witch began to stick out her hand, but thought the better of it because of all the paper and glue she had handled all day, "I'm Eriyenna, Eriyenna Quartermoon, but you can just call me Eri."

Poes smile grew if that was possible. He loved music and even if he had not intended to show of before he was going to now.
"well then Eil that sounds like a deal to me."
Poe stepped back and thought a moment.
"All right Eil pick a number one to five that will deside what trick I show you."
Poe gave sly grin and pulled from his hip a breach loading pistol.

Eriyenna's eyes grew wide in surprise as Poe drew a pistol, and she snapped her fingers so Bright-eyes would stand next to her and hopefully not be frightened of the noise, "Oh my!" Clutching her flute, she considered a number, "How's 'bout four? That's a good number, I think."

Poe laughed a bit.
"oooo a triky one number four is."
He walked over to the tree and stuck a bottle over one of the twigs then another bottle on a twig above that one. Then directly below the two bottles he placed another on the ground. He made certain they where in the right places. One bottle on the ground one about 5 ft about it and another about half a foot above that. Then he stepped back about 20 ft.

He put his hand over the pistol and began to cast. First he cast levitate on the bullet to keep it from hitting the ground then he took aim. Pointing the pistol right at the bottle on the ground. He then began to cast gust. To spin the bullet inside the barrel. He lowered his aim and fired.

The mona was familiar with this trick. It tingled happily and smoothly the bullet was held by the Levitation spell. The Gust spell began to stir a light breeze around the two wicks as it drew wind from around them, and then with a bang, the bullet flew from the gun straight towards the first bottle, spiraling madly.

The bullet skimmed ground and seemed to dance up to the bottle at great speed. As it struck the bottle the spin forced all the momentum due up. The bottle shattered and flue up threw the other two bottles breaking them one right ofter the other. The broken glass danced in the air as some of it fell some flew up and some spun in place. Poe lowered his pistol and gave a light smile. Turning to face the witch he cocked his head silently asking what she thought.

The black bander wolf startled at the shot, ears and hackles raising, but he stayed sitting next to Eri protectively, growling a little until the purple-haired witch patted his head.

"Oooh benny!" Eri clapped and whistled, jewelry jingling like little bells, "If that's just a taste of your tricks, kov, then you simply must come an' meet Balder ... ummm ... tomorrow. We're having auditions, y'know." She hummed a little as if that was her way of really expressing laughter or happiness, grinning, "Very exciting, indeed."

With a smile, Eri raised her flute to under her chin, tilting her head, "Is it my turn? This is such a benny trade, I'm tellin' you ... makes up for a sweaty day of hangin' posters."

Closing her eyes, the witch brought the flute to her thin lips, inhaling slowly. Beginning to sway in time as she exhaled, the sounds of the small flute were sharp and bright. The song she played wasn't very fast, but it carried in its notes a distinct ring of spring-time and fresh breezes, as if there really were flowers growing under bright blue skies right out of the notes in the air. It faded just as quickly and lightly as it started, but Eri kept her eyes closed for a few extra moments, grinning to herself.

With a sigh, the purple-haired witch opened her eyes again to look at Poe happily, "Well, are we even?"

Poe let his eyes sink shut and tilted his head to the side. He let the music wash over him. He was still almost a statue. He loved music and the flue was one of favorite instruments. He opened his eyes when the music stopped and clapped his hands a soft smile on his face. He tipped his hat.
"Thank you kindly and with such a performance I fear we are not even. I am now in your dept."
He smiled happily and went back to cleaning.

Eri beamed, "Mujo ma! I guess you'll have to pay it off with Balder." She winked, putting her flute away, "I'm glad to have met you. You've got quite a head for vroo and guns. I'll be sure to put inna good word for you with the boss if I get a chance."

The witch glanced around at the shadows which were growing longer, "I should go. Epaemo ... I'm not so familiar with this place and don't want to get too lost under the stars." She bobbed an informal bow in her skirt, flourishing a little with one of her hands, then waved, "Fotamos! I'll look forward to seeing you again ... tomorrow!"

With a jingle and another musical laugh, Eri turned and began to wander in the general direction she figured camp was, Bright-eyes following calmly at her heels.

Poe leaned agenst the tree and gave a small wave as she walked away.
"Intresting..."
He said nothing more and simply picked up what was left of the trash before heading back.