Fleur walked the dark streets of the city of lanterns. The shadows walked by her trying to touch her soft pale skin. She wore a black velvet cloak that concield her pale silk blue clothes that looked ubserdly bright in the dark city. Her slippers made almost no noise as she walked through to her destination, the dancers nest. Fleur placed a delecate hand on the large black door. With a deep breath she pulled open the large heavy door, smoke hit her face and music hit her ears, she quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

After a while of looking around and wandering she let the hood of her cloak drop revealing redish brown hair and grey eyes. the music was intoxicating, and this was one of the places she could go to dance without people telling her to practice more, or to dance for simply entertainment of the ladys and lords. As the music started she took of her cloak and placed it on a bar stool she wore a sleevless blue dress that was short enough to show her ballet shoes, she danced wtih practiced movements, but movements that also looked feice as harsh. her practice of sword swining, to the trained eye could be seen in her dance. As well as the other way around.

When the song was over she leaped over to her chair and asked the bar tender for a drink to soothe her panting breath and beating heart.