"A Red Fool's Play"

"A mysterious yet prominent feeling, this... thing, they call it 'beauty'. How curious, though what better way to learn of this 'beauty' than performing one of my own" the masked fool pondered upon its presence, attempting to capture its aura, its aesthetic.During her studies about the path and it's Aeon, she visualizes a fantastical theatre, constructed a way that of an ancient cathedral, bathing under an auric sunlight. "Not the best at figuring how exactly true beauty is like, for starters suppose it'll do for now." She thought, while creating a dream bubble to what she had imagined. "Well then, should I go looking for some familiars to establish a little troupe with?"Initially, she searches for the 'Knight of Beauty' but was nowhere to be found. Despite the efforts locating the knight to no avail, she instead stumbled upon two familiar faces during her search, the Trailblazer and the girl dressed in green. Should they accept the invitation, the fool would share her bubble with one another, into her wondrous stage for play."With this hat, no other on the face of Penacony best fit the role of the 'Watchmaker' than you, dear trailblazer." says the fool, assigning the roles to her troupe mates. "Ehehe, If anything I'd prefer something that's less significant." the girl asked nervously. "Sure, you can just simply be a 'local' if that works." the fool responded."With no further ado, shall we share memories of we who sing the songs of Idrila, and our grace in the dance of beauty?"
-Masked Fool "Sparkle", as they begin their rehearsal.