#// ooc. hello thank you for the starter! also got a wee bit long oops LMAO.

[crystalmarred]

From the moment Tsuru had laid her eyes upon the woman, she had been enhanced. Her eyes gleamed as the woman spun, twirled and dazzled the crowd that flocked to her.

Though A'atahni had no interest in her form--a story that would be quite different, were she a man--the way she moved was... familiar. Certain motions reminded him of the dancers in Thavnair, though his forays there had been too brief to know the name that might be associated with it. The flames that followed her steps, licked at her heels, made it apparent that the inspiration she took from Thavnair was only that: Inspiration.

Even the nearby bards quickened in an attempt to match her movements, though it proved a futile effort when the flutist in particular paused to catch their breath.

As quickly as it had begun, it ended. And nearly as fast had she disappeared in the direction of the lift.

Barely had she left and Tsuru had already reached up to tug at his shirt with an excited hop that told him well enough what she wanted before she voiced it: "Papa, can I go talk to her?!"

He sighed, dramatic a way that elicited a giggle from her.

"I suppose. It looked like she was on her way to the Drowning Wench."

As soon as he said that, Tsuru took off with A'atahni right behind her, her short legs unable to carry her further or faster than A'atahni's longer ones.

From nearer the Aetheryte Plaza, they ventured towards the lift and up the stairs until they find themselves in the Drowning Wench. As soon as they stepped foot into the establishment, Tsuru had already latched onto him. A tug of his clothes and wide, lavender-colored eyes indicated that she had spotted the woman, the glow of her limbal rings somehow brighter than was normal.

As they approached, A'atahni's lips curled upwards into a smile as he spoke.

"Excuse me," he said, voice as sweet as he often greeted others in the Drowning Wench, save for a hint of sincerity. Usually, when he spoke to people in the Drowning Wench, it was the men that were under the impression he found them attractive.

"I have with me an adoring fan that fell in love with your performance," A'atahni said, his hand set atop the young Au ra's head. "If you'll have us a moment."

Tsuru, suddenly shy, offered the woman only a small wave of her hand as she pulled up her collar in a failed attempt to hide her face.

@crystalmarred is blessed with a feather!

Limsa was bustling with passing of people. Either off to do their quests or learn a new job, craft some new items or even fish. What anyone did was their business though, on this day. There was a small crowd which had decided to gather around the giant aetheryte. Cheers could be heard as well as thunderous applauding. In the middle of it all was a woman. Dancing around gracefully, putting on a show for all who wante to watch.

Her steps were light as her body moved to the sound of music which was being played by a few bards nearby. She had been visiting from Thavnair and was about to head back but, not before she put on one last show for the people of Limsa. Ember as she went by had been travelling and showing her dance moves off for any that cared to watch. The finale came as her movements became faster but that was not all.

As her performances weren't always normal, they involved actual flames. After she was done the crowd erupted with cheers and applause once more before dispersing. During her performance her gaze had caught someone staring at her or, had it been her imagination. In a instant she disappeared down to the Drowning Wench to take a much needed break.