<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Dustman.jpg)<br/><em>Dustman </em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> "Dawn"<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>There were screams, but none of them came from Dawn. She was obediently behind Harmony, her eyes shut and her hands on the modron woman's hips as violence elevated sharply on the glass walkway. Though the Sensates had every reassurance that the glass was safe, it was still crossed with care. There were never bodies lunging and striking and crashing into the translucent glass like this, and it was never made to vibrate underfoot like a harp string.<br/><br/>The dustman's own philosophy had long ago drained the fight from her and the strength from her limbs. She recoiled when Harmony's toned, trained, and superior form struck her. The first blow sent her stumbling in surprise, the second dropped her to her knees. The knife, shrunk to the size of a novelty, was lost somewhere in the struggle. The Sensorium's own security and the Harmonium poured from the lobby below to pounce on the dustman like the body's immune system descending on a foreign body. One of the burgundy-robed students dragged the attacker away when she began to regain her senses, and she slid by the seat of her tattered cloak over the glass. "Petitioner! You only curse her to slavery eternal," the woman called out, but her voice was becoming lost as the Sensates swallowed her up.<br/><br/>The guards would have her soon, and while they were on her, there would be nobody to challenge Dusk and Dawn and Harmony at the Sensorium entrance.<br/><br/>"I am sorry for this trouble," Dawn whispered, a tremble in her voice that said she did not have the steely nerves of the other women. She backpedaled from the incident, onto the ramp that swirled down toward freedom. Beyond the lobby doors, the crowds of Sigil awaited. It had stopped raining, and proceeded to drip instead. The ubiquitous hoods had been lowered, the denizens of the Cage had come out of hiding, and the streets were filling with creatures of all descriptions. The moment of being on display was lost, but there was always something else to be experienced.</td></tr></tbody></table>