<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Viera.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lynn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tonberry Tavern<br/><strong>With:</strong>Harold Dean (Mentioned), Alexander Fields (...Acknowledged?)<br/><br/>It didn't take more than a few minutes for Lynn to finish her dance.  There was a knack to deliberately using her ability for long periods of time, but she hadn't fully figured it all out yet beyond the faint tones and flutter of motion that accompanied her everyday walking.<br/><br/>She noticed the cloaked figure as he came in, but...people in hoods didn't really scare her.  She'd heard the stories, but practical experience had told her that they were too obvious.  It was the other people, the ones with warm smiles and who could talk you out of your gil who were real trouble.<br/><br/>The real shame was that the kind of man she definitely wanted to meet could so easily fit into the description of someone who she couldn't trust.  Hopefully, when Mr. Right finally appeared, she'd be able to tell the difference.<br/><br/>As she came back to the table where she'd been sitting, though, a dessert had already been laid out for her.  It was her favorite, too: ice cream on waffles.  Sure, whoever had paid for it for her likely hadn't known, but they'd still purchased it for her.  She glanced around, hoping for some easy sign of who had been so kind and thoughtful, but such a task certainly wouldn't be easy.