Lily watched him ride in on a white horse, it was beautiful, and so was he, though, she didn't give the show much of a second thought, and she left a little early to beat the exiting crowd. The Night Parade was a circus, of a kind, she thought, an all freak-show event, as far as she could tell, everyone in it seemed to be strangely coloured, proportioned or in some way appointed, horns, claws, a tail, that looked all-too real.<br/><br/>She made her way around, giving a little twirl in her skirt, just because of the place she'd managed to find. The rider of the horse had been beautiful, clearly in somewhat of a minority at the Night Parade, but, she didn't mind. She'd always prefered men who weren't perfect. Her last boyfriend had a burn scar that he thought made him undateable, in actuality, it was alcohol that made him undateable, the looks she could handle easily.<br/><br/>Perhaps because she'd always felt that somehow she was lacking, not showing what was inside like the preformers at the Night Parade could. She was standing there, a jacket and a modest, but not overly long skirt. She was short, below average, though she was proportioned well, small breasts, and a slight frame, but a smooth, feminine figure nonetheless.<br/><br/>Her hair was cut short, streaks of several different colours in places. She looked around, seeing a cotton candy stand, one of the more recognizable attractions, and she made her way over, wondering just what kind of mind could have put together a show like the Night Parade.