Summer meant outdoor performances, which were Corrand’s favorite. There was a beautiful painted sky in the background, and the newest play that one of the writers had submitted to the theatre. Audiences came out to watch a myriad of performances. They pranced along the stage, reciting in perfect precision.
As Blaer, they were a completely different creature of the stage. Musician, bard, actor. Their own piece was in the works, to debut by summer’s end. Whenever the audience cheered after a performance, they took it all in, no sense of flustering or humility. Who could have a troubled soul when music and poetry filled the air?
A deep bow, peacocking at best, Blaer walked towards the edge of the stage. As he looked up, his eyes locked on an unsuspecting patron. A cocky smirk appeared on their lips.
“What can I do for you, love?”
