Ray did what bards do, working the crowd while enjoying the festival for it's own sake as well. She moved through the throngs of people, stopping here and there to perform little magic tricks for children and whoever else happened to be nearby, and spreading the word that later on she'd be showcasing the Art of fencing with the large and ornate sword she wore on her back. She'd been talking it up for weeks now, but had refrained from public performance, wanting to save it for the festival day, but she had the good grace to make sure it would be after the main event of unveiling the new cathedral. That it wasn't a style of performance suited to crowded taverns had also served to make that choice easy, but a large outdoor festival was perfect.<br/><br/>With this performance in mind, Ray had also decided to finally wear her traditional costume for the performance. It really wasn't all that different from many dancers outfits, tight in the right places, flowing in others, made to accentuate her movements. It was a shiny dark royal purple that complimented her eyes and looked striking against her moonsilver pale skin, which was mostly covered, most of the time, but strategic cuts in the costume would reveal flashes of the bare skin underneath when she moved a certain way. Factoring these tantalizing glimpses in with the dance and the swordwork was just another part of the whole that made her families fencing style into art.<br/><br/>Growing thirsty from talking with people, Ray decided to find herself a glass of wine, or maybe mead, and perhaps something to eat. The day, after all, was just beginning.