Freida
Aldora
Zahrada

The new friend possessed none of the detestable qualities of her acquaintances in high society. He was quiet, unassuming, yet respectful and gracious. It had truthfully been ages since her last meeting with an admirable sort of person, though it was doubtful that she could cherish his presence for long. Foreigners had that disappointingly dependable habit of traveling from city and country, to city and country. 

People on the stage were dressed in odd, colorful costumes. They appeared to be re-enacting some event with emotions ranging from grief to fury to bliss. It was all quite dramatic, to say the least.
Barbara
Enoch
Zahrada

Enoch was only slightly interested in what was going on. He had never seen the art of theatre before, so he would tilt his head to the side whenever something interesting would come into view. The tall, odd stranger was almost like a puppy, watching with a tilted head. 

He liked the big capes the men wore and the dresses that the women skirted around in. He was impressed by the quality. He still had no idea what was going on. They were talking, fighting, laughing, and crying. Yet Enoch found that they weren't in any real danger, since the entire crowd was watching with bated breath, unfazed by the situations being presented on stage.

He looked down at Aldora and tilted his head to the side. He couldn't ask any questions, although his eyes seemed to wonder something. He glanced back at the stage and rolled his shoulders back. Whatever seemed to be making him wonder didn't seem to be too important.
Freida
Aldora
Zahrada

Well, of course. It came as no surprise that the audience was mesmerized by the play, after all, she had written it herself. Aldora had even taken the liberty of selecting the actors. All with the greatest care.

Aldora turned to glance up at her tall companion, questioningly. She hoped that he was enjoying this, though foreigners tended to find different forms of entertainment pleasurable. On the other hand, she was intensely concentrated on the stage, critiquing every miniscule edit she could have made on the final draft of her script.