Fakir leafed through the flyer as he left the theater in Soliel, checking through the programs to see what he wanted to see later, or try to audition for if they have open spots.

The young man glances up reflexively, scanning for birds - but at this time of day, there were none, and his shoulders sag, sighing in relief. He's been slowly getting better, but a shine of black feathers always caused him to tense.