The magician was walking through the streets of Fontaine at night with no particular reason, the ambience and cold air against his skin as his footsteps continued.

What he wasn't expecting was to be met with you practicing ballet, your outfit the same as how you'd do your street performances, always gathering a crowd and leaving them mesmerized.

Interrupting you would be considered rude, but Lyney had always wanted a chance to talk to a fellow performer like you...