Aiyana is easy to look right past in the cities of the South, short, dark, and rail-thin, dressed in whatever cobbled together outfit feels most comfortable to her. Short dreadlocks, some decorated in cheap copper windings and beads hang to one side, almost to her shoulders and piercings decorate her face and ears lending her a slightly exotic look. Ai isn't from here, though you're not quite sure where she is from just from the first glance. The sun has had its way with her dark skin, pocking it with speckles of color that do nothing to enhance her natural beauty, but as soon as your eyes catch her copper and chocolate ones there is something there. A force of personality behind the plain appearance that says there is more there than just another street rat.

She's likely shilling for the Spoke-and-Wheel Circus when you first hear her voice, a sonorous call that reaches your ears easily over the bustle and hubbub of the crowds around you. Talking about the wonders brought from across Creation to delight and dazzle you, and it is hard not to be curious, to not want to go and see this circus she's talking up. You can see you're not the only one affected so, sparks of curiosity and delight flare to life in the eyes of both child and jaded adult as she continues to extol the virtues of a night of entertainment. A change from your dull, staid existence. Just the sort of thing that you need after the month you've had and the prices seem fair. Maybe just maybe that's what your family needs, something different, something exciting to keep it going.

The circus was everything the little shill promised and with your family trundling home, eyes glazed with fatigue and wonder, you find yourself lingering behind, eyes flickering back. There's something more, something missing from the performance, a hunger unlocked in your breast. Life should be more, should mean more, and something tonight promised that too. Off to one side, you see others from your town following the siren song of change into one of the circus's tents, and curious you follow, intrigued. So begins a revolution, one curious circus-goer at a time.