Alexzandria Rogoza

Ask then Answer

Leaves crunched under her feet as she passed tents and makeshift cabins set among the trees. Visitors wandered the grounds of the forbidden sideshow. She pushed her way through the crowd, her shoulders brushed those she passed. The scents of burning sage fell over her, she was close. She plucked at the hair band around her wrist as she weaved around mingling bodies; her heart pounded and she remembered what Madame Vadoma promised she could provide.