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Catch pass throw, catch pass throw, three simple words that for Cassie made up the basic skill of juggling. At least for the most commonly seen type which was a simple shower where one hand tossed the balls up in an arc the other caught them and passed back to the throwing hand resulting is a circular outline made by the balls in flight. The shower was something Cassie had learned some time ago and was currently using to entertain people passing by the winter headquarters of the Harper three ring circus. It was a half hour before the day's show began and the young woman, fully dressed in her clown costume, was trying to draw in more people.

The indoor venue here held room for far more people than their traveling tents did but it was also expensive. In order to be worth it they needed to make use of the buildings extra seating and actually bring in bigger audiences. Radio ads and fliers had gone up just before they'd finished their tour and settled in to sunny warm Pasadena. Still, catching people's attention on the street as they passed by was a tried and true method as well.

Not that Cassie was alone out front, after all even if she'd been doing switches or juggling while balancing on unicycle she wouldn't have been that impressive all by herself. On her right Susan was performing a small magic routine. Off to her left the mechanical pony ride had been set up and six nearly identical Palamino ponies were being walked slowly in a circle while little kids waved to their parents or hung on for dear life.

There was something about little kids of both genders that made ponies attractive to them, what it was Cassie didn't know for sure but it was interesting. Even the twins showed interest in them and she'd arranged to have them take riding lessons during the week when the ponies weren't otherwise in use.

The twins themselves were just a few feet away, well within view and grabbing distance, handing out helium filled balloons. They too were in costumed that made their normally odd looks seem to be all part of what they were wearing. Every time Cassie glanced over at them she smiled, they seemed so happy now able to toddle about and speak with words not just from their song. They still weren't always steady on their feet or intelligible but they were mobile and chatty regardless.

Mason loved balloons, they were bright and colourfull, they came in all different shapes and sizes and for reasons he didn't understand, because the word helium meant nothing to him, they could float. There was something innately whimsical about balloons that the young song child found pleasing. Of course he loved just as much if not more so when they were just small pieces of rubber on the ground deflated after a loud bang. Though it wasn't the bang so much that pleased the boy but the way it made people jump and stare. Mason was still too young to fully understand it himself but he was drawn by the energy people gave off when they were afraid or giddy nervous. For his current young mindset all the blue skinned boy knew was that he liked balloons and how people reacted to them.

Thus the toddler wasn't all that bothered by being given the job of balloon handler. Though he didn't think that a boring crinkly old dollar bill wasn't much to exchange for a balloon. Money was still very much a mystery to Mason beyond the idea that you needed it to get things. Where money itself came from and why it was so valuable he had no clue.

Madison was less inclined to think deeply, as much as toddler could, than her bother, the pink skinned girl was all smiles as she waves her hands back and forth thus shaking the strings and causing the balloons attached to them to bob and weave. If nothing else she was certainly garnering attention some of which resulted in sales. It only made the toddler grin wider to see other little kids smile upon being handed a shiny floating balloon of their own, their happiness amplifying her own.

Through the joy an old, for it had been quite some time, but familiar feeling washed over the girl. Someone was close, someone like her. Her dark eyes narrowed a little as she scanned the small crowd for who it could be. Would it be caspian, the boy who purred or the growling one whom she'd thrown animal crackers at becuase she'd thought he was hungry? Someone new maybe, new people were nice and they were vary far from where the others had been. Her mother had shown her once on a map.