Zanna had only returned to the circus when twilight was upon them, turning the Colorado sky shades of pink and purple and blue as the sun dropped below the horizon. Aspen was beautiful, pleasant for her in so many ways. She enjoyed the cooler days, after the oppressive heat of Louisiana, and the colder nights gave her a nice excuse to curl up beside her fireplace and catch up with the herbs she needed to dry.
It was so much more relaxed, so much less tense than their last stop. And there were new faces, new additions to the ever-growing troupe. It was one of those that caught the Fae's attention as she headed toward her little shopfront on the Midway. Sasha looked... well, a bit on the lost side, maybe? Aimless, certainly.
Although her hands were filled with bundles of flowers, all tied with twine and ready to be set out for decoration, the dark-haired girl made her way over. There was nothing inherently different about her; she wasn't dressed as a performer, just a young woman in a cute vintage dress, belted at the waist. "Hey, I don't think we've met. I'm Zanna." She waved vaguely toward the closed shop with the flowery sign. "I work over here. Did you get turned around?"