fic: from inns of molten blue (Willow, Kit/Jade, E)
The train journey from New York up to Buffalo, into Niagara, it isn’t a long one. But the bustle of it as a circus instead of just one person, is something else altogether. The process of unloading and setting up of for a shorter engagement, and then packing the whole endeavor after a week is a whirlwind. Kit feels like she’s already lived a lifetime in the two weeks since leaving New York. It makes her think of learning a second language. Or, rather - recalling a first language, after a lifetime speaking a second. Shaking the rust off of words and phrases that used to fall naturally from her tongue.
A post-series Circus AU story, for @commanderbuffy
