The day was drawing to a close, that much Toby knew as she looked out of the large glass window before walking past. Behind her lay what she often thought of as her world and at least it was most of the day. She could almost see the glass mirrors whenever she closed her eyes, those mirrors that watched her just a so many others had in the past. They watched and reflected showing flaws and successes, but unlike the choreographer or in the past her teachers they did nothing to correct her mistakes they only accepted them for what they were and showed them back to the world.

The sun was beginning to set as she walked out of the door and began the trip home. Her hair after spending so much time tied back was finally set lose and fell softly around her shoulders and eyes sparkled in the fading rays of sunlight as they reflected back its immortal glory. She had always loved that period where it was neither night or day, the dusk and the twilight. She hailed a taxi and got in fully intending to take it all the way to the door of her house.

But even the best intentions are only as strong as the person who makes them and as they passed by the edge of central park Toby felt the sudden desire to stop and told the driver so. It wouldn't be that much farther a walk home she thought making the excuse for herself as she payed the driver and and set off across the grass of what had to be one of her favorite places in the whole of the town. Everything was so green and lovely that she couldn't help but adore it.

The place was almost deserted as the sun finished its decent and the moon rose, a silver orb casting its soft light on the world. She had always liked the night, especially ones where the moon was bright and full as it was at that moment. She spun around happily, a contented sigh escaping from her lips as she began almost dancing her way along the path and through the grass. She was glad that she had decided to where her black gauchos and white peasant top along with her flats because they provided her the opportunity for movement.

It was nights like these that almost reminded her of what it had been like at home, the only difference was she had never been alone at home. Not really at least, there had always been at least one of her brothers watching her, well except for year or so after Thorn left for school and before she had.