From behind the counter at the Blue Moon bar, both Ture and Jessica looked on at the set-up. The performer noticed that the chairs were lined up neatly, with ‘aisles’ to the left and right, so people had easy access to the rows of seats and the stage. From the looks of it, she didn’t feel that she was going to be as cramped up as the previous town, so maybe her tricks would have a little more flare to them. Or maybe the show could be a little longer, with a more spectacular ending.

The ending, her mind lingered once again to that person. The woman who had nocked an arrow, ready to fire it into her forehead. Jessica wondered if she had given up or if she was still following her. With half of her conscience devoted to the train of thought, the other half easily made a miniature version of the green-eyed, red-haired hunter. About as tall as one of those ballerinas in her special music box, except, this one did not dance; it pulled out an arrow and nocked it, poised to attack.

The door to the tavern clicked as people began to arrive; and it was just midday! If the house was full before nighttime, the show would have to start early. Perhaps it would be better, she thought as her hand swept across the counter, making the little figurine disappear into thin air.

One by one, people started flowing in to the place. Ture stood at the door, collecting the admission fees. Jessica looked at him as he grinned at the patrons; she didn’t trust him much, as he seemed to be hungrier for money than that half-eaten cake he’d left behind on the counter earlier.

It was quite early, too early. Everyone was coming in now, and not at the time she had discussed with…Jessica looked up at the proprietor of the inn again; he was still grinning and for a second, his pupils seemed to change to dollar signs; not only was he greedy, but he was also impatient. She would have to ‘deal’ with him later; not kill him, but approach him as Lady Eyes and make sure the business is like it should be.

The seats were almost filled now; time to work. Ture closed the door as the last patron waltzed in and sat down in the last empty seat. There were no more places for now. With a graceful spin around the edge of the counter, Lady Eyes gracefully made her way to the stage with a small smile on her face.

Let the show begin.

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["Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet"]