Swaying. Flowing. Turn here. Step here. Wave to the crowd. Dancing was almost robotic for her, but with a subtle air of fluidity and emotion no other could capture. Her home was the stage. Well, when having no parents and simply traveling, could you really call anywhere home? She spun like a top, easily attracting the on-lookers and married husbands standing with the groceries for dinner. Some targets were just so easy. And the children too. They always loved to have fun. Some day maybe she'd be a mother. As the performance drew to a close, she looked onward, towards the harbor. Where should she go next? Find out more about this necklace? Maybe look for a library in the kingdom for some sort of research. No, that was probably useless. All the books she had read gave no mention. Like they seemed to have disappeared in the flood.
She collected the money at her feet, thinking of dinner. Maybe some fish. Try the local special. She stood, thinking. Walking North along the roads, the merchants stared at her. Her clothes stood out, deep blues and greens amongst the pale browns and greys. She turned down an alley, hoping to take a quick short cut back to the inn, before noticing a shadow flit amongst the wall. She reached for the dagger at her waist. She recently was attacked at a performance, so she had taken steps to defend herself when her speed but not be as useful. "Is someone there?"
(OOC: It shouldn't be one of your characters. This was just establishing. Conflict in next post.))