<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://pre14.deviantart.net/6061/th/pre/f/2013/271/a/f/kiana_by_glatzenschlumpf-d6och71.jpg)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Transcendent Starlight Beauty was out and about on festival day. Of course she was! Festival days were when people got stinking drunk, made fools of themselves, and revealed so much of who they were and what they valued. Spring Blossom had always made it a point to have her geisha out and about on festival days. Not only was it great advertising for the House of Sapphire Blossoms, it gave them a chance to be seen by the right people and to make connections. Just because she was now on her own didn't mean she couldn't use the same tactics. Besides, once everyone started getting drunk she could pick a few pockets or burgle a few homes. The Wali and the clan leaders might make good targets, since they were all out to be seen and their household guards might be lessened on this most holy of days.<br/><br/>In the meantime, she made her way through the crowd. Yes, she was beautiful. She knew it. It had been drilled into her head to know her beauty and to use it, so she was unashamed about wearing the traditional garb of a local dancer, cut and molded to hug her frame and give tantalizing glimpses of bare skin here and there. She had studied at the library run by that interesting woman Seven Words of Wisdom, a woman who, like her, was<em>special.</em>The Immaculates called their kind Anathema. Starlight never felt like an Anathema though. And it certainly hadn't been the Dragons who'd saved her that night at the geisha house. Still, any knowledge could be useful knowledge, so she'd made it a point to stay in the woman's good graces.<br/><br/>Now she wandered the crowd, noting how they seemed determined to celebrate even though, if what she read was correct, the time of the River Mother's blessing had come and gone. Personally, she couldn't blame the Mother if she failed to bless the people that had not aided her daughter in her rebellion, and in any event the River Mother would likely have no cause to appear with all these Immaculates about. So instead she wandered about the crowd, taking in the sights and keeping her eyes open for opportunity. There should be rich targets to thieve from tonight, and maybe she could donate some of what she stole to help those who weren't so fortunate? She wasn't sure, but it struck her as something Sunset Spark would probably do in her place.