The crowds had come, like all of them knew they would, and Ana had thrown herself back into her dancing. More elaborate tricks, longer swords, she was trying everything she could think of to occupy her brain. It was working pretty well, she was excelling at her craft, and falling into an exhausted, dreamless sleep at night.
Still. There was that voice at the back of her mind that said she was acting like a mooning teenager. It had gotten even more insistent since they'd moved, and Ana wanted it to please shut up, thank you. In the meantime, though, she had work to do, and that was what she was doing. She had almost finished her dance when the lotus blossoms appeared, and since she was in the middle of a turn, sliced one in half before she could stop herself.
She finished and struck her final pose, bowing to the sound of thunderous applause. She hurried offstage and outside, but there was no one there. Well. No one she expected to see, anyway. She hurried on toward the Village, not even bothering to change out of her costume. There'd be time for that later.
Thorsten's trailer was easy to find, given the ship on top of it. But what brought her up short were the flowers. And the sword, Holy Mary, Mother of God. It was gorgeous, as wide as her hand and heavy when she lifted it. She almost didn't want to touch it, for fear of getting prints all over it. She couldn't help herself, though. She did love her weapons.
"Thorsten?" she called from the doorway. "Is this-are you cooking?"