Kiara opened her eyes as she turned on her toes, her white dress swirling around her. This was her favorite part of the day. This was the part of the day where she could be the person she wanted to be and not the person she actually was. Her eyes strayed from the crowd that was gathered around her and looked around the rest of the square. So many different people were walking around here. It wasn't like any other town she'd ever been to. Often, she saw the same faces over and over again, just on different bodies. Here, people seemed to be happy or at least as happy as they could be.

When her gaze found its way back to the people watching her, she remembered how she came to be here in the first place. It was interesting really, just happenstance. Someone who had heard of her dancing had sent her a letter in the last town she was in asking her to come to this one. Normally, she would ignore such things because she chose her towns carefully, but this... it inspired her. She needed to believe that she wouldn't be thieving forever, that one day she could be a better person. So, here she was, hoping that today she would make enough that she would not have to put on that cloak that she hated to look at.

She closed her eyes again as she stretched her arms into the air and stood on the balls of her feet. Just as she did before every dance, she prayed to be graceful and lovely and wise in her steps. However, this time was different. When she went to move into one of her favorites, she heard something that terrified her, and she froze. Never before had Kiara heard something so inhuman, something so awful. She looked around quickly, searching for the source, but could not find it. Grabbing her cloak and pulling the hood over her head, she made her way to the shadows where she knew she would be hidden.