Liesel layed back on her bed, eyes closed.<br/><br/>"Sleep" she commanded herself. For obvious reasons, it didn't work. She was too full of energy and flow and rhythm. She stood, wiggling her toes on the floor, feeling the knoted carpet under her toes.<br/><br/>Bend, turn, flex.<br/><br/>She needed to get all her energy out.<br/><br/>Step, twirl, lean.<br/><br/>All thoughts faded away, all the problems in the world melting to ash as she lunged forwards, stepped back, and raised her arms before leanig down to build momentum for a jumping-spin. There was nothing but movment, muscles, and simple bliss.<br/><br/>After her jump she stopped, bowed, and stood. No sleeping now. Liesel sighed. She hadn't bothered to get out of her sweat pants and T-shirt that had "Tanz" written in bold chuncky letters on the front. She stepped outside. There were people in the streets, and she heard violin music from afar. Must be Michael and Trolleri. Liesel started moving, twisting and tumbling and turning. Dancing absentmindedly to find herself going in circles. She was back at the door of the inn. Lots of people, lots of curious faces watching ht danceing girl. She sighed. Attention was not her strong suit.<br/><br/>A few steps inside and a stroll to the bar. "Just water please." She looked around at all the others in the room. She looked over at one man who looked...utterly out of place. He was quiet even as he talked to the bar tender. The guy barley used his vocal chords. His words were almost a breath. Liesel turned her face to the glass of water that had just been plonked in from of her. She ran a hand through her long dark hair, out of it's usual stoic bun. She held up the glass and watched the way the water danced in the cup. So beautiful, so fluid. She swirled it around in the cup, watching dreamily. "Wish I were water...would be more simple." she muttered. She wanted to keep moving, to the next town, the next preformance...but that would be tomorrow.