Sare The Jester.

Sare performed with Misa, a bard and friend of hers, she dances and sings along with Misa, the citizens laugh and clap at their show, she's excited. Everything's going well.
Then, she felt an insistent gaze over her, and she glanced around as she spun, finding a pair of unmistakable scarlet red eyes: an oracle. A Kurta.
Weren't those already extinct? It doesn't matter, the oracle catched her attention, and she couldn't help herself but approach him between the crowd slyly. She took the oracle's hand, the guy's eyes widened, she giggled.
"Oh sir Oracle, why don't you join the fun? You have a handsome face that is worthy of showing in our performance".
And she pulled him towards them, she dances with the Oracle, who clumsily tries to follow her lead.
She took the first step without know that the Oracle had already seen their fate.
Without know that her pinky was connected to the oracle's with a vivid red thread. The thread of Destiny, one that only the Oracle can see.

Sare took Kurapika's hand with excitement, and spun him around, her fingers interwining with his. This was fun, so fun. She could stay spinning with him forever.
His expression were poetry, and the thought of kissing his face to oblivion was enticing. But she didn't.
"Oh sir Oracle, you look so cute when you're seasick! Maybe I should invite you to dance forever".
And, even in his gaze of seasickness, he smiled at her, really smiled. And her heart skipped a beat.
What was that?