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Not half a kilometer away lies the never-ending silver serpent that is the Aygomenian Rail. It seems to traverse the entirety of the continent, like a great outstretched hand who's silver fingers share the palm of the nation's capital. But for now, it is invisible, hidden amongst trees and changes in elevation which proved to be the greatest detriment to unloading the bountiful rail cars of their precious cargo.
But that had been earlier in the afternoon. Though there was no semblance of a circus here on the fair grounds at the moment, the equipment and construction materials had at least been unloaded into the area where the performances were to take place in less than 3 days. Opening night seemed to loom over them, but was not so daunting as to encourage their perseverance into the night. Especially with the ring master and caravan a full day's travel behind them.
Katarina was erecting her lean-to for the night, and gathering a few wisps of hay and tender for a fire. She set her encampment near the other laborer's tents and bedding. They were a fairly close-knit group to be so diverse in origin, but even their sociability did little to open them up to one another. Their meals were quiet, unless they'd scraped together enough of their pay to get drunk, and their days were long.
Today, this evening, and this meal had been no different, and the majority of her co-workers were turning in for the night. They had a lot of ground to cover by sunrise and would have to be up early, or risk being reprimanded by the managers when they arrived tomorrow afternoon.
But that had been earlier in the afternoon. Though there was no semblance of a circus here on the fair grounds at the moment, the equipment and construction materials had at least been unloaded into the area where the performances were to take place in less than 3 days. Opening night seemed to loom over them, but was not so daunting as to encourage their perseverance into the night. Especially with the ring master and caravan a full day's travel behind them.
Katarina was erecting her lean-to for the night, and gathering a few wisps of hay and tender for a fire. She set her encampment near the other laborer's tents and bedding. They were a fairly close-knit group to be so diverse in origin, but even their sociability did little to open them up to one another. Their meals were quiet, unless they'd scraped together enough of their pay to get drunk, and their days were long.
Today, this evening, and this meal had been no different, and the majority of her co-workers were turning in for the night. They had a lot of ground to cover by sunrise and would have to be up early, or risk being reprimanded by the managers when they arrived tomorrow afternoon.