Jasper’s Circus had never appealed to Aurelius. It had an odd, twisted sort of air to it, like the very ground shifted when you entered. The employees practiced darker magic for trickery and entertainment for reasons Aurelius never really understood. But he found himself walking amongst the colorful tents and attractions towards where he knew Jasper lived, intending to make sure the jinx was still at least mostly sane.
Jasper found him first. He was outside his striped tent with the prizes from Lanturnacht Loot strewn around his feet and a list clenched in his claws. He was muttering, apparently counting, when he looked up and saw Aurelius approaching.
With a cocksure grin Jasper tucked away the list and gave the star a sweeping bow. “Come to make sure my hat is still on straight?” He asked. Gregory cackled.
“Yes,” Aurelius answered bluntly, “it’s obvious you two need each other, and I’m leaving tonight.”
“Ah. Well, Gregory and I won’t be parting anytime soon. I found I look silly without him.”
Aurelius couldn’t help it; despite the rather serious nature of his visit (as a Jasper without Gregory had proven to be quite dangerous), he laughed, and Jasper’s grin widened. “See that you don’t,” Aurelius instructed, and Jasper nodded as the star turned to leave.
“Wait! Any word from that old witch?” Jasper called out.
Aurelius blinked. “Boreal? No…I think she has quite enough to deal with. Last I saw, half her castle was still under repair. She won’t be forgetting that…”
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As Aurelius’s comet faded and blinked out amongst the stars, Misticans came out to bid him goodbye. Queen Boreal, however, cursed him until he was out of sight.