She had barely set up her tent, she was still stringing the layers of sheer black and shimmering silver fabrics that hung between her "reading room" and where she slept, when that by now all-too-familiar chill ran down her spine. The hair at the back of her neck stood up and she tensed, her shoulders creeping up toward her ears.
Then she shook her head briskly and set about continuing her her task, jaw set and brow furrowed. If he wants to show up and be all mysterious, let him. I have work to do, she told herself with no small amount of bluster.
It had been nearly a year since she'd dealt with this particular entity. She'd started to hope, foolishly it seemed, that he may have given up on her.
Still, nothing she could do about it now. The Ringmaster might stop by later and that could be an issue, but barring outside intervention she didn't exactly have a great track record conversing with this particular spirit...or whatever the hells he was.
As she finished the last minute touches to her tent-- they'd be in this camp two weeks at least, so she got add some decorations, light some incense, little liberties-- Mira swept back into the personal end of the tent and set a teapot to boiling with a flick of her fingers, fastidiously recovering two intricately molded clay cups from a box of personal belongings and setting them on the small table beside her cot before crossing back to the now steaming water and adding a mix of her favorite jasmine and chamomile tea leaves.
She glanced around as she worked. Still couldn't see him, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. He seemed to have a harder time hiding from her than most mortals, but that didn't mean her sight was foolproof.
When the teapot began to whistle, she lifted it from the small bed of coals and poured the fragrant liquid into the two cups, then set the kettle in the middle of the table as she sat on one end and retrieved her cup, sipping at it delicately.
Her eyes flickered around again. Still nothing, but she knew her sense weren't lying to her. "Honey, I'm home..." she murmured, a little singsong. And she waited.