Mar 28, 2015
There was something familiar about the way the performers moved on their makeshift stage.
He’d never seen them before--he was confident of that. How could he have, when a significant portion of this city’s residents had come from other worlds? No, the dancers and actors were certainly strangers, but the atmosphere and airs they exuded...they were a bit reminiscent, he thought, of the street performers that would occasionally pop up in his hometown. They’d always seemed so cheery, so jovial as they tried to bring smiles to children that generally had no future...
Rouga held no love for that hellhole of a place, but the nostalgia shows like this evoked...wasn’t so horrible.
“... Not too shabby.”
