Georgian hadn't been in the city of Rin long, but already he had found a musician that was willing to allow him to dance to her music. She definitely a weasel Feral, but she appeared to have some Fox woven in. Her appealing looks and excellent lute playing skills partnered with his dancing it wasn't hard to convince her have him dance with her. The notes she played were quick with a steady beat that he could follow with, the perfect rhythm for dancing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Left, right, step step roll. Flip, bound, spin, right right, left.</span>His steps, though spontaneous, strung together nicely due to his experience. A crowd was steadily growing, making the Feral more and more excited with her playing. She never broke rhythm, but she did add flourishes and soul to the music. Georgian took the time to interact with the growing crowd. With a hop-step forward he flipped forward onto his hands, balancing on them for a second before bending slightly to the side. he cartwheeled once, twice, thrice in amongst their patrons. A few young children held their parents hands, pointing and bouncing in place. He landed on his feet then leaned into a young lady. He winked at her then tossed himself back. With a backwards roll he moved from crowd then pushed out his hands, catching the ground and pushing himself onto an upright barrel against the wall of a building. The merchant owner wasn't too fond of him using his supplies as a stage.<br/><br/>"Get off that!" the older man snapped. Georgian ignored him, listening to the music. The notes were signalling the songs end. When the merchant man moved towards him he fell sideways off the barrel and landed on his one hand. Turning it slightly he faced the Feral player just to flip onto his feet. Final move. He used the strength he had trained into his legs and leaped over the lutenist who was still sitting cross-legged on her wicker mat. With a midair spin he landed on the other side of her. Stand, beat, turn, beat, pose. The music ended with him balanced on one leg, one hand to his chest with the other held out to the musician.<br/><br/>The crowd clapped and cheered for the two. The Feral weasel removed her hat, holding it to the people, hoping for coin. A few tossed some pocket change, others were kind enough to offer a fair amount while the rest dispersed. Overall, the results were average - between him and the musician they'd each have enough to survive the day, hopefully.