The wind rushed along the ground, scattering garbage and lifting up old newspapers. It rushed up the bark of a tree and through the leaves, causing them to clatter back together after its disturbance. A lone shadow slipped along the ground, reaching along the litter strewn ground. The wind caught up with the shadow and rolled up its maker and teased their hair into the air. It flipped back into place, and he boredly swept a hand through his hair, putting it back in its general place. He looked down at the dusty hard packed ground and kicked idly at a wrapper with a bare foot. His shoes, well he wasn’t sure where they were. He never really wore them anyway. People would give him the strangest looks. They didn’t get it. Those words went in one ear and tightly wound up in his brain. They didn’t understand. For a man like Jasper, wearing shoes was like...someone walking around with their eyes closed. He had to feel the ground beneath his feet, every inch of it. Up in the sky, you learned the one thing you could count on was touch. The feeling on a wire underneath your feet, your toes taut around the thin string that stopped you from your certain death. Your hands wrapped around a trapeze, the chalky dust unforgiving on the metal, saving you from dropping. So it was only natural for Jasper to be uncomfortable in shoes. Even his acrobat shoes made him uncomfortable.

Like a movie just being turned to full volume, Jaspers surroundings hit him hard. He was standing in the middle of the tents, yet there were so many people around, their voices clashing. The light indicated it was around mid day. This place was never really dead, except when they were about to move on to another world. The wind carried a noise to Jaspers ears. Without realizing, he started to move. Outside a simple tent, his body was hid in the slight shadow. He was there just to see it. See what happened. Jasper didn't know what to think of it, he didn't have the full story, he didn't want to think about it. So he didn't. Then, just like that, the girl walked out. He recognized her, a girl from the carnival, no doubt. He searched his mind for a name, any name. He knew her, he did. Then, there it was, like it was carried in from the wind. Aubree, fire breather.

His body seemed to have a mind of its own, he realized while realizing he knew this already that he was following her quick steps away from the tents. There was no plan to this, he just followed, unthinking. She led him to the food courts, and stood there. Jasper stood back, unsure of what he was doing. He didn’t know why he followed her, it was weird, like a stalker. She was moving again. His feet followed, carrying his confused body with them. He ended up right behind her in the line up for ice cream. “That’s quite the right hook you have,” the words that floated through his head managed to find his mouth. Jasper didn’t really expect this, but right now, what was to be expected? The world was a big mystery, nothing could be guessed, anything could happen now.