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Utte Vina wandered up the midway that lead from the front gate of the carnival. It was late afternoon, but soon the lights would shine brightly like a small city in the middle of a dark sea. She loved the milling crowds and the sounds of screaming children. As she passed the haunted house, some of those screams were filled with terror. She turned an almost serene smile towards the sound before continuing on her way. Without exception, she truly loved it here.

Today Utte's job was to sell balloons. She was resting her singing voice for the next few days, but she would still play an instrument later on tonight. She went through the notes in her head as she danced through the crowd, wearing one of her brightly-colored costumes. Her face and hair needed little doctoring with her natural complexion what it was.

Passing a pair of balloons to a young brother and sister, she spotted a familiar form in the crowd. At first it felt merely like deja vu, a glimpse of someone she had met recently, but with the wrong posture. With a smile and a wave to the kids, she continued on her way, weaving between revelers in the general direction she had seen Ravon pass through. But not seeing him right away for her back was unfortunately turned to him, she was distracted by a boy who wanted to buy balloons for his girlfriend.

She'd find out if it had been Ravon, eventually.

Utte had successfully found homes for all but a handful of balloons before continuing on her way. She had begun to wonder if she would ever see Ravon's face when she walked past a booth, catching a brief bit of the conversation. She knew both voices, one of her colleague, the other of Ravon! She turned and slipped up to the front of the booth where people lined up to take their shots. She smiled and winked at the one manning the booth and silently watched while Ravon decided whether to try to pop the balloons or not.

While Utte watched, Ravon seemed to get progressively better at the game. She couldn't help but giggle under her breath at his first miss, but his successive wins -- and giving the gifts to the little girl nearby -- were impressive. After he had collected his single prize, she stepped up by his elbow, taking hold of it lightly, and smiled up at him. "Bravo! What a show, good sir."

"I see that!" Though it might make sense that someone called a 'guardian angel' would do charitable things for strangers, actions always speak loudly of an individual. Utte let go of Ravon's arm to spin around and curtsy lightly. The balloons at her side bobbed and twirled; she knew how to move to make them do what she wanted. She could hear children begin to bother their parents for those 'fancy' balloons. "Thank you, Ravon. I guess you could call it a uniform. I need to stand out so people will know I'm actually selling these," she grinned. Then she tilted her head curiously, "For some reason I didn't think you'd come, you seemed...unsure of this place, last time we spoke. I was surprised. But it's s nice surprise."

Utte tugged lightly on the small handful of balloons remaining at her side. "Once I've sold the last of these, I'm free to take a break. I could probably do both at once if you don't mind swarms of balloon enthusiasts," she chuckled.

"Hm," Utte smirked at him slyly, but only briefly. "That's not necessary. But I would certainly enjoy the company. This shouldn't take long. And I'm technically still working, I just happen to have a friend along."

Utte chuckles at Ravon then glances around She took the angel's moments of distraction to fall into her routine, walking in a deliberate way that would bring to mind ballet while manipulaating the small group of balloons. It took little time to attract some children, and eventually one or two convinced a parent to buy them one. Tiny grabby hands tried to touch her skirt, or Ravon's feathery wings. Her laughter was carefree and childlike. "Ah, last one gone," she said finally with a little wistfulness in her tone, then turned her smile upon Ravon. "Now I'm all yours. What would you like to see?"