Travelling Performers

Selene gazes at the rows of tents dotting the expanse of the broad field just a few meters away from the town square. The torches burn brightly, and amid the dark, the fire dances like an ardor spirit of smoke, adding a sense of enchantment to the night. Selene can feel the vibrant energy buzzing into her skin, and she can smell a strong aroma merging into the natural air and the smell of the burning wood and food. The scent is a bit overwhelming and nauseating.

She spotted some people just ambling outside, chatting, laughing, and teasing their companions while some were busy practicing their routines…probably for their performance the next day. Some are being lazy while huddled in front of a bonfire chugging down humungous jugs of alcohol.