((For anyone who cares about this sort of thing. This RP takes place a couple of months after the events of these two RPs.))
Jahir looked at his map, and through the mist, and back to his map. Well, he was somewhere in the Whisper forest, certainly. He wasn't precisely sure where, and he was fairly sure that he was going to wander round until he dropped dead. He'd reached out to Belias after his luck had finally run out on the battlefield. Frankly, all his other friends were either dead or in a worse state than he was. He didn't really have anywhere else to go when he invited him to stay with him and his fiance's family who apparently ran a circus. The Whisper Forest was a weird place to stay in the off-season, but who was he to make judgements about where people spent their time?
He was dressed simply, a few items in a back flung over his shoulder. He walked with a slight limp. He had a handsome enough face, even if he was looking the worse for wear right now, his brown eyes shadowed from a lack of sleep.
He turned a corner and caught the sound of something that sounded like calliope music. Normally that would be terrifying in a place like this, but in this case it was comforting. He headed towards the sound and found a large clearing in the forest. There was several painted caravans, with washing strung between them, and a campfire burning low. He could see a huge, broad shouldered woman laughing next to a diminutive boy dressed in a bright yellow T-shirt. A ginger man who's face he couldn't quite make out was entertaining a young girl, his exaggerated gestures suggesting he was telling a story. Walking over to them was a woman beautiful enough to make his heart stop for a moment, her ice blue eyes picked out by her deep brown skin.
And then, what on earth? "...Zariah?" he said, looking across at a young woman as she stepped from a caravan. Her curly dark hair was pulled into a loose bun away from her face, some jewellery glinted in her hair. She wore a loose flowing pink skirt, and bells around her wrists and ankles. Her midriff was bare.
"Jahir? What? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Heading to practise? I live here? The circus is my home. I haven't seen you since I was a kid, what's going on?"
Jahir's brain took awhile to catch up with the rest of him. "You mean... this is the circus you ran away to? Does this mean you know Belias?"
"What? He's my fiance. How on earth do you know him?"