#mozeik

the performances carried within this theater are breathtaking; a myriad of different things, all of which that blossom exhilaration within her. she could stay forever, truly. one performance sticks out to her in particular, if not for the content of it then for the one behind it — she almost wants to sing, too. voice carried throughout the theater as the performer continues, and when it's over she goes to find her. she'd know her voice anywhere, even with her being a little further than she'd like.

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          Alike to the rest of the crowd, Wei Wuxian can’t help but stare out before him, completely enthralled by the tricks being preformed by a supposed magician. His curiosity would grow upon hearing of such an occupation—a person showcasing illusions and such for a living—but actually being able to see it with his own eyes had him feel something entirely different. In the midst of it all, his head slightly shifts to the individual next to him. They say a magician never shares their secrets, but asking another audience member should be fine.

❝ of course i signed my name! i’m an artist. how else are people gonna know who did this? ❞

Maybe it was her experience hopping between realms, but adjusting to this new one she found herself in was going far smoothly than she could’ve imagine. A place to sleep, some money in her pocket, and beautiful scenery only to be complimented by the people that occupied it. She always did have a thing for the cute ones, and from what the Saber saw of the other from an appearance she was certainly adorable.

             It would seem as though that ever since his arrival to this place, he was too much on edge. While one couldn’t detect his paranoia across his features, he had had his left hand clasped tightly over the wooden sword he was given—ready to draw it at any given moment. Although despite these feelings, he would concur that there was certain appeals the city held. Just as he begins to think positively however, his thought cycle is broken upon hearing a loud voice speaking to a rambunctious crowd up ahead. Reflexively, his right hand reaches for the hilt of the wooden weapon at his hip, though once he discerns that there’s no real danger, his pose softens, and he approaches the area cautiously.