Wandering

[Ilesha]

The question hung in the air as she looked upon the performance. The soft glow of power on her skin, the tendrils in the air. She smiled, Moon Pyre was like her. She wondered if Mist was too, Ilesha looked around Oriena had told her it was safe here. She wondered how many were like her. "Not in the sense you mean. A friend brought me here - told me it was a safe place. Work is not exactly what they were asking for." Though she did see the ease in which things might make it more enticing for a show.

She smiled. "I'm sorry, Ilesha. I'm just a little on edge. I am new here, and this is the only place I knew to come." The only place she knew where she could find others like her. It wasn't the best place in the world, but it was safe to be herself at least mostly. The dress wasn't her, the makeup wasn't either. The dancing and the show was not her either, but the people - they were like her.

The man sat down offering up his own wisdom and it made her smile. "Men like to think so."