May 29, late evening, after the circus closes.
Who: Thorsten & Cat What: Checking in. When: May 29, late evening, closing time Where: Cat's trailer Warnings: TBD
Thorsten had seen Cat's apparent decent into madness at the last stop. He knew better. He knew the stories of Salem and he could see the realities blurring between past and present in her writings. Could sense her distress a mile away as the accused and accusers vied for her attention. But he also knew to stay away. He couldn't help her with this problem and he feared sticking his nose in would only make things worse. The last thing she needed was another trip into his history to add to her pain. So he waited. He waited until the circus was situated in Italy.
Going about his day as usual. The man, if that's what you could call him, set up his tent's various weather patterns. Patrolled the structure as people piled in to see the wonder that was the weather tent. It was a reasonably simple night for him. Not a hitch. Except for maybe one or two people who got a little turned around in the dark rooms, which he happily guided out. He was glad, because honestly, his mind was on other matters.
Closing up a little early, he headed towards the village. Stopping by his trailer to pick up a bottle of his private stash of mead before he walked over to Catherine's. Leaning up against the side of her trailer to wait for her return. He had a feeling she wouldn't be in the mood for sightseeing. But a personal visit from the resident Vanir? Well, she had no option in the matter. He wasn't taking no for an answer. Former God's could be far more stubborn than humans.