Snippet #1492061

Kvan Skyheart:

The young man sighed. It had been so long since he'd attended such a formal occasion, and he was glad that he was able to wear his normal clothing underneath the ceremonial armor he'd been told to wear for the ceremonies. He stepped back from the royals, once more leaning against the cool marble of one of the pillars supporting the great ceiling high above. Scanning the crowd for threats, he noticed the gypsy girl wading through the crowds like a breeze through a field.

"Hmmm. Another commoner passing through crowds of royals like myself? Interesting," said he, marveling at how she moved so easily. She was a dancer, for certain, but would she show off her talents for the crowd, or would she simply walk around and enjoy the variety of foods?