As the Disciple sits in the part, some kind of public performance makes itself obvious. There is a man in a long plaid shirt surrounded by a throng of excited children, who seems to be pontificating on the subject of "magic" while doing various tricks. At once point he produces a living bird from behind one of the children's ears.
Perhaps it is a bit more than sleight of hand.
"Take the advise that the universe gives you," he says to them, apparently in conclusion to the show. "And listen to your to your gut." He gently smacks a fist against his abdomen and a couple of the children laugh. "The signs that shine brightest are the ones that find you. Goodnight, everybody!"
The children all part as the sun begins to set, their parents coming to fetch them and bring them home. The young man stands alone of the grass for a few moments, ostensibly mumbling to himself, though his eyes eventually rest on her. Looking distracted from whatever he was doing, he comes over to her.
"Hi," he says to her, smiling. "Can you speak English?"
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Perhaps it is a bit more than sleight of hand.
"Take the advise that the universe gives you," he says to them, apparently in conclusion to the show. "And listen to your to your gut." He gently smacks a fist against his abdomen and a couple of the children laugh. "The signs that shine brightest are the ones that find you. Goodnight, everybody!"
The children all part as the sun begins to set, their parents coming to fetch them and bring them home. The young man stands alone of the grass for a few moments, ostensibly mumbling to himself, though his eyes eventually rest on her. Looking distracted from whatever he was doing, he comes over to her.
"Hi," he says to her, smiling. "Can you speak English?"