Dovie
It was the last day of his stay in the city of Kahlo, he would have to leave during the night to return to Celestia and recover his duties that awaited him so patiently.
Before that, however, there was still a lot of time to take advantage of to enjoy that city that he appreciated so much, especially for its characteristic of surprising him every time he set foot there. 

He had opted for a walk in the city centre, browsing through the various market stalls, a perfect place to find news to keep as a souvenir.
He began to get lost, to identify himself in what he had before his eyes, sometimes impatiently the merchants themselves because they could not understand if he was there to buy or waste their precious time.
Moving forward, a crowd of people just up the road caught his eye. They seemed attracted to something, which led him to investigate it by asking one of the citizens what was so special about it. What he did in response made him realize that there was a particular dancer performing.
Needless to say, his passion for such art pushed him to make his way among the people, trying to reach the first row to have a clearer vision. His curiosity led him to behave more instinctively, but he was not ashamed at all. 
If he had to leave Kahlo, he would have done it with the satisfaction of a show.
Shona
All morning it was nothing but practice, practice and more practice. The sunset and the silence helped him perfect each skill. The different variations of spins, jumps and ways to move across the stage in an elegant way. It was tiring, yes but this was *His* Art. Something he found joy in. Even if crowds weren't something he enjoyed at least he got to show off at least a little bit. Once he had perfected the routine it was time to preform. He put on a simple red top that had long, puffed out sleeves and a black pair of leggings along with his ballet shoes that he swung over his shoulder by the ribbon. 

It didn't take him long to reach the stage - setting up properly and waiting for a crowd to surround. The man was pretty popular when it came to the performing arts. Known for his dedication and elegance to each one of his performances. It was like a delicacy for him to be putting on a show within Kahlo. It wasn't often he traveled here however he enjoyed it so. 

Once he had what he thought was a big enough crowd to admire him he began. Each movement he took his time with - drawing out a story with only spins, jumps and occasional walking from one side of the stage to the other. On this particular day it was a story about how a young child missed their home. It didn't take longer than 15 minutes until he finished and bowed with a smile. "Thank you for your time." He hummed - just barely loud enough for those in the first row to hear.
Dovie
When the show began, his gaze did not move at all from the figure of the boy, indeed, his eyes followed his every step, trying to grasp what that young man wanted to convey that day.
A solitary art full of passion, a personal experience that made that dance unique, totally different from what Alexander had seen in recent times.
Not only this, but the accuracy of each step, such a stable control that nourishes his attention even more. That boy had gone to great lengths to achieve this, he wanted to prove what he was capable of. 
How could he have missed such talent for so long?

At the end of the performance, he held a long applause that stopped only a few seconds after the rest of the crowd finished their congratulations.
When the calm subsided again and the people started to disappear, he was still there, he hadn't moved a bit. 

《What is your name?》 He asked in a courteous tone, crossing the dancer's eyes with his own, who could reflect his image in their cold color. A mirror made of ice.