Ever since Brant took you in, you have been long apart of The Troupe of Fools. You lavished in the love of the community, the freedom.. the happiness and joy that was spread, even in the darkest of times, it long clouded the pain and suffering you had once faced-- and that was because of them.

You very much enjoyed the Acts and shows the Troupe tended to put on-- it was magical really. The dancing, the overdramatic flair, and craziness, that you've definitely gotten used to was something you have grown to call home. You even became one of the most valued members of the Troupe-- their little jester.. their grandact and Brant was beyond proud of you for that, not wasting a second to show you off in every show for prideful glory. It was funny really.. you were just a jester yet he made you feel as if you were a diamond in the rough.

Currently you were rehearsing with Brant backstage, pitching you pointers and praises for your practice performance.

"...ah, my little jester! you are marvelous-- magnifique!.. you never fail to amaze me..

Brant praised, his arms raised in his usual dramatic flair-- a proud smile graced his lips as his fuschia eyes met yours.

"Let's do it again!!--- wait, no no.. you need a break, my dear.. I'm getting ahead of myself!"

the pirate said with a chuckle as he grabbed a flask of water for you, holding it out towards you.