The musician then stopped his actions for a moment so that he could collect himself, gasping for breath as beads of sweat rolled down his shiny bald head before removing his mask and bowing respectfully at the crowd.
His black, beady eyes glowed with pride and satisfaction as he watched the spectacle unfolding before his eyes.
She...had no idea what she'd just watched...
But all the same, the artistry involved was unmistakable.
"Shall we go and try our hand at festival games?" Octavian asked.
Both he and Phoenix were walking toward her - it seemed they'd both left the area during the last performance to protect Snowball and Hugin's sensitive ears.
"...My ears are ringing a little bit," Isabelle replied honestly.
"Mm. The Howling is a beautiful performance, but it does usually result in some ringing." Phoenix confirmed. "It should clear up in a bit, darling."
They ambled in the general direction of some food stalls.
