[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/211023/2cdc119ab59a09bce01a9f2fb0e600cf.png[/img][/center][hr]It was a tiring performance, one which accelerated the heart and rushed the blood. In all senses, among these drunk and rowdy, not the bourgeois and judging, did Kalil feel most alive. Genius and merchant's son though he was, his foremost childhood was not spent only tutoring in his father's manor. Roaming and exploring the streets of Dhaka, being among the common peoples, this was the childhood he had. To smell the street food and hear the lower merchants sell their wares, to feel the trundling of the masses and to see the laughter of the people. It was something to enjoy and onboard the airship, it seemed to be something he left behind.

These noble sons and daughters felt so distant to him. Kalil was rich, yes, mayhaps even richer than many here, but a commoner he was still. So, in his drug-addled mind, he was surprised to find other students joining him in song. He laughed with a few of them afterwards, sweating slightly after the boisterous effort.

His well-needed conversing and socialising was distracted by two men taking center stage. It was a duet of expertise, as far as his ear could tell, the occidental-style music both new and refreshing in his ears. There was something more [i]lively[/i] about a performance by humans over a performance by machines. It was sobering him to listen to the duet, calming his senses and euphoria. And in this small, calm sea he found himself in, Kalil realised two things.

One, his compatriot Englishman (did he learn his name?) had parted ways without him noticing. Rude. Two, he had promised a dance with a lady. And a gentleman never backed down from an offer of dance. This distracted him enough to ignore the fact he actually did recognise one of the men which underwent spontaneous performance.

Hurrying to leave, he bid farewell to faces he would surely forget in the morning, to look for one he would. Spotting the silver-haired German on a table, approached by a familiar looking blonde, the Mughal beelined straight for the pair. Hopefully he would not be strayed from his path.

That would just be rude.