Lexi the Dazzling
The stage manager gives you another glance. "Good. Gonna leave peaceful?" he glances over to a hulking pile of muscle over in the corner.
Leaning against the grimey wall may not have been the brightest ideas as you feel the thick smoke residue and human sweat cling to your performance clothes.
This isn't your audience. They warmed to you but they didn't want to. You've seen some
magicians that would have hit them right off. You just weren't it. They're looking for crass, lowest common denominator, too jaded to see real magic even as they see it. What Winter has come to their souls?
That is, except for one woman that stands out in the back of the audience, near the door. A cascade of ginger hair flowing over her pale shoulders, dancing around her face. You meet her too bright green eyes for a moment, a quick wink and a touch of her finger to the side of her nose. She turns, heading out towards the door.
We rise from the ashes so that new legends can be born.