Name: Sebastian
Story: Sentient Carnival
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 17. Ward
Supplies/Styles: none
Word Count: ~380
Warnings: Nothing in this one
Summary: Delilah is considering going into the In Between to see the faerie carnival.
Notes: I know I've written about the Sentient Carnival and the Twilight Show itself but I don't think I've written about the human run carnival which does not have a name yet. Anyway, it's run by a father and daughter who are also witches and this snippet is from the daughter.

The thing is with being on the road, you learn a lot of weird things. You learn about the ghosts of the highways and long, winding side streets, the sirens that sing out and cause crashes when you've already fallen into the half sleep that comes with long stretches of highway. You learn about a whole lot of things that no one entirely notices unless they're the type who know how to look.

Her dad taught her how to look, taught her how to spot the dirt wolves waiting in the desert to try and trick tired drivers into seeing things that aren't there. She learned about how important it was to put wards on the cars and trailers long before she knew how to ride a bike.

And, of course, she was taught about the Twilight Show.

She'd been introduced to the idea with stories. Her father telling her about a carnival like theirs but instead of people like them running it, the fae were in control.

She grew up with stories about the fabled carnival, always dreaming about what a carnival for the fae would be like. She thought it must be as magical as their own setup but different. Darker and trickier. You couldn't play the games and win unless you had tricks of your own and the fortunes were different, maybe not done with Tarot or crystal balls but other, stranger means.

And she knew for a fact that if she ever found her way there, she shouldn't eat the food. Not even if it looks like the best thing she could imagine.

But she got older and older and as a teenager, she thought that she was old enough to go She thought that the In Between was for her as much as it was for her father or the other witches who worked witht he place between the worlds.

He told her no, of course, said she needed to be a little older, then he'd take her. Of course this didn't sit with her at all. At fourteen, she was certainly old enough to go exploring and experiencing the fae. She knew the rules and how to be safe. She'd be fine.

In retrospect, she might have bee a little wrong. Just a little bit.