<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, Alexander Fields, Honua Ko, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>CID<br/><br/>It wasn't uncommon for people to offer silent support, to do various things while they could keep themselves concealed and out of the big picture.  Although Lynn nodded as people responded, she knew she was far from capable of hiding her identity in any significant way.<br/><br/>In a place where hoods were all too common, her large ears stuck out and revealed her race.  While most Humes had all sorts of diverse footwear, Viera wore high heels - an orthopedic necessity thanks to the exceptionally high arches in their feet - and footprints could easily be recognized.  If all that weren't bad enough, her movements often brought the symphony of colors and music, and even though neither was exceptionally powerful without deliberate effort, it made her all too easy to recognize.<br/><br/>None of that really mattered, of course.  The song in her heart burned so brightly to be seen and heard by others, and self-preservation had never been an acceptable reason in any of the other stories that emblazoned themselves on the pages of history.  As soon as she saw the opportunity, Lynn launched herself from the chair in a flurry of white, landing dexterously upon her heels and rushing towards the alley.<br/><br/>Layers underneath the dress kept her modest.  Since her body type already required a few changes to any apparel she wore, it made sense to change it to be good enough for dancing, and some level of acrobatics came naturally as a result.  Visible panties thanks to high kicks and tumbles may have been good for tips, but she'd rather not reveal herself to leering eyes and just let people enjoy her dancing.<br/><br/>At least she was very good at running in heels...although maybe not quite as good as Humes running in boots.  Running meant that her body trailed a corona of prismatic light behind her, with percussion accenting every step she took.