A renowned theater that sat amongst the twinkling stars. A globe that was half glass hexagons rimmed with gold hanging upon nothing. A curved stage on top with a pool of silver that reflected both the audience and the performer. Small spheres of light flying about turning different shades of yellow depending on the frequency of the performer's voice.

They were a species called Sprites that had no planet or moon to call home. Not anymore. They live only here now, making The Brutius Sanahiva Theater their sanctuary. They were not only creatures that were aesthetically pleasing to the eye; they also were organic air filters turning toxic particles into secretions that were reminiscent of slik worm webs.

Harvesters collected the fine threads before they fell into the crowd or silver pool as these threads were valuable after they were possessed. Once spun into thread then woven into a cloth these once meaningless secretions could be used to protect the wearer. Clothing which was durable enough to withstand any brass assassination attempt by an audience member.

As some species could not handle others and to display an enemy made them ripe for the picking. Performers of all species and genders found themselves indebted to their seamstress as both beauty and safety was a necessity for their profession.

'Music is the bridge that can connect people together despite their differences.' A motto which made a young woman laugh as she walked upside down on the dome of the theater. Her gloved hands carefully collecting the silk threads into a burlap bag. The thread due to its strength could cause abrasions so it was best for her to take caution.

Her curly black hair with streaks of white bobbed to her movements as her boots magnetized her to the thin layers of gold. She knew music was soothing and all but seemed to her that the Sprites were the ones bridging the gaps as peace. To have peace once a decade sounded like waste. With the help of the Sprites she thought that the universe could be a better place. 'Maybe, I'm just too much of an optimist.' She shrugged dismissing her broad ideas as quickly as they came.

"Excuse me, little guys." She smiled as the Sprites hovered close to her, not afraid of strange visitors in their habitat.

"I only got so much time." She laughed as they were very playful, curious little beings. She tried to shoo them away as the time between the batteries on her boots running out and the time she had until the next performance was slim. "Guys!" She yelled as needed to focus on her job.

'If I had not goofed off during the first half of intermission showing off!' She had done a number of acrobatic feats for audience memembers that decided to stay in their seats during the break. 'Hurry up!' She told herself as she did not want to get scolded by her manager, Fregus. He was an Akarin, a short, round, red creature with vile breath and an underbite exposing large mustard colored fangs. A species feared for eating anyone who wronged them but praised for their management skills.

She knew that despite his threats he would not eat her or his employees he considered himself a Pescatarian, only eating aquatic species. "And what type of  businessman would I be if I ate my employees? Certainly not a respectable one." Words that ensured that she was in safe clammy hands despite the Akarins' nature.

Surely, Fregus had caught her escapades on camera and would give her some boring task as a punishment. Perhaps food preparation? Cleaning the pool? Cleaning the glass on the outside of the dome? Picking up after the guests? Perhaps, oiling all the boots of the harvesters? As that was a tedious task that she had no plan of doing again.

BEEP! BEEP! A noise signaling the batteries were nearly empty. "Shoot! Just going to quickly finish this bag." She grabbed a few more strands. Thinking that she had leeway before the battery completely drained. BEEP! BEEP!

She took a step finding that she misjudged how much time she had. She frantically looked for something to grab onto but her efforts were wasted. She looked down maneuvering herself to a safer landing spot than the velvet seats of the crowd. She Cursed herself for being so carelessly stupid. 'If I wasn't such a show off!'

She crossed her fingers hoping that she would land into the silver pool. She knew that it would be a pain to get the substance out of her hair and off her skin but it beat a broken limb. She clicked her heels together hoping that there was a sputter of energy left. At least enough to slow her crash landing.

PFFF! PfZzzz! The sound of her boots trying to muster flight on fumes. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes preparing for the inevitable.

"Ooofff!" She yelled as one of her fellow co-workers took it upon himself to save her. He had curved his arm and used enough speed to prevent her from falling into the pool using the force to crash land on the stage.

"Taking this time to take a high dive into the pool?"

"Me? Pfft.... Never." She smiled glad that Alphhad had her back.

He was a Elfkin, a species that looked uncannily like humans despite their pointed ears and markings. Markings that were equivalent to fingerprints, each different to the individual. Alphhad's were black dots that started from the base of his ears and decreased in size until it reached his ridged nose. Markings that complemented his black hair and eyes. Eyes which posseseed pupils and irises two different shades of green. One darker than the other.

He wore the loose brown and green garments that harvesters were required to wear. As they were not allowed to out stage performers with their wardrobe. 'Such a shame.' She thought as Alphhad had an attractive appearance that would be quite welcomed on the stage if he had a voice to match.

He offered her a hand. "Be more careful, Aquila."

"Nah." She replied, taking his hand. Alphhad's hand and exposed forearms were scattered with similar markings as his face. "What's the fun in that?"

Alphhad worked as her voice of reason since they were children both orphaned and brought to The Brutius Sanahiva Theater. A Theater who had all of its employees on equal footings despite their differences in species and culture. A Theater that entertained but was a sanctuary to some and an orphanage to others.
Bring truth to at least part of the motto. 'A bridge that can connect people together despite their differences.'