wanderlust

[Atra]

Aestas 10, 1593
A busy street in the center of Consilium
The cold was difficult to get used to, being fram a place so warm as she was. Morningstar was certainly as grand as Celestial City, and matched its grandness in how different the two places really were. The air here was thick with magic, unlike wealth as it was in Celestial City. The presence of so many elves and so much magic was enough to set anyones muscles into a frenzy. Suddenly, she needed to move.

She had traveled light, as she always did. With nothing more than a small pack filled with a carved bone comb, which she very much needed to untangle her shock of messy red hair, whatever money she had, a spare pair of shoes, and a blanket.. She set this aside, hidden in the nook behind a crate placed up against the wall, safe and sound. She stretched out her muscles, leaning far down and nearly stretching her head through the gap between her legs. She pulled at every muscle she could, trying to squilch as much of the cold out of her system as she could before she began.

The music of the accompanying street performers began, and so did she. She started off very slow. Almost twitching her body, as well as making grand sweeping gestures with her arms. The music built, and she could feel the dancing in her body swell with it, and suddenly, as the music come to a peak, her dancing exploded. She was everywhere at once. Her arms were up, then down, and before you could blink she was leaning so far back, then snapped back again as if she were attached to a string that had been yanked forward. She could feel the energy flowing through her body, twisting her into a dance which portrayed many different cultures. In her travels she had learned many different ways of dance, and this song was everything she knew in one.

She music slowed again, and so did her body, which was at this point quite disconnected from her head. The song seemed over, until the music once more exploded. She kicked and flipped, twisted and dropped, rose and fell again. It was chaotic and fearsome, and the music stopped. She froze, her hands raised up above her head. Her breathing was only a little uneven, few strands of her unkempt hair hanging down in her face, quivering with the energy flowing out of her. She dropped her hands and took her bow, though hardly anyone clapped, which she was used to. Like she cared. She didn't do it for them.

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[Holly]

Most of the time, Farrah was only in Consilium for supplies that could not be acquired in Deliciae. There were some occassions where she would offer her fortune telling services, but she never truly stayed long and didn't pay attention to much. This could have been one of those times were she merely passed through without listening to the street musicians or stopped to give anyone consideration in general.

However, Farrah was fond of people who had spirit when doing something. It's why she spent her time with the people she did. Someone overcome with the sin of sloth and apathy were not someone she considered to be close to ever. Maybe that's why she didn't like the King of Verfall? Yes, that could definitely be it.

When she spotted the girl dancing, Farrah paused for the slightest of moments, seafoam eyes brightening. She continued walking, though. Entering and exiting a stall before stopping once again. After doing that a few times and still seeing the girl dancing, she placed herself on one of the benches and watched until she was done.

"My, that was a good show, deary," Farrah didn't applaud, but she did walk up fearlessly to the girl, faerie wings twitching as she smiled again. "Tell me, did you have a teacher or did you acquire this skill on your own? It must have taken a while for you to make it look like it was completely effortless." And she should know, she had proven to make a few things in her life seem like it took no effort at all.

[Atra]

Kru had just pulled a pomegranate from her bag and had taken the first juicy, delicious bite when the stranger started talking. almost embarrassed, but mostly amused, she turned, smiled, and wiped her messy, juice-covered face off on her arm. "Sorry," she laughed, her voice muffled as she tried not to spew pomegranate seeds all over this friendly stranger. At last, she swallowed the last of her enormous first bite, and spoke.

"I mean, I couldn't say I learned it all on my own. My mom taught me a little bit when I was younger, and I've met a few people around that have taught me some new stuff." She paused for a second before giving a coy smile and a slight chuckle. "I guess you could say I've been around the block a couple times."

It was true, she had been all over the place, even to the glorious depths of the sea, and she had learned a thing or two from the mermaids that lived there! It was probably the most exhilerating experience of her life, dancing in such a weightless environment. She had stayed there far longer than she had any other place. But after a while, this place too bored her, and she had left them.

Wiping the juice off her right hand, she stuck it out in a jaunty fashion to the stranger. "Kru," she said simply. "You live around here?"

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[Holly]

"Oh, deary-- Er, Kru -- Of course not," Farrah gave a little laugh, conjuring up a chair to sit in as she took her hand for a shake. Afterwards, she took her hand away and looked at it, grinning at the pieces of pomegranate that had made it onto her hand. Sometimes she really did like how the simpler people were. People were just so concerned with hygeine and it truly was annoying.

"No, I live in Deliciae. Much better than this place in my opinion, but it doesn't have everything, so I have to come here sometimes," The faerie shrugged and nodded her head in a sign of giving the girl some respect. She probably didn't get that from a lot of people. But the fortune teller was sure that she didn't really care. "Farrah Delmy. Pleasure to make your acquiantance."

Bringing her legs under her to a more comfortable position on the chair, she smiled. "Do you travel often? If I had to guess, you don't stay in a place for very long," She paused, her eyes flashing once, "Mmm, except there. Mermaids fascinate you, deary? Kru. Ah, sorry."

[Atra]

Kru chuckled easily. Nobody had called her deary since she had met the old woman back in Kiesan. The woman, with her twisted arthritic joints and mangled feet was what Kru was sure to become in sixty-or-so years from now. She had met her long ago back when she was first traveling, warily, to learn more about dance. The woman had given her a list of places she should go, a hug, and bade her farewell.

And then she died.

Kru stifled a smile, thinking of that decrepit, feisty woman, and bought herself back to the present. "So you're a goldheart, eh?" Kru asked informally before taking a small bite out of pomegranate, her hot copper eyes taking in the faerie's Deliciaen appearance. "Never been, yet. What could this place," Kru gestured around them to the grand city, her tone declaring distaste, "have that Deliciae doesn't have? It sure ain't sunshine." Kru rubbed her arms to heat them, the warmth her blood had acquired from dancing radiating out as gooseflesh prickled up on her exposed skin.

Kru nearly did a double take. Had this woman read her mind? Sh hand't said a word about the mermaids, of her fascination with them. "Yeah," she conceded. "It's a whole different world down there. And everywhere, for that matter." Kru bit down on the last of the pomegranate.

She looked around, not seeing any other dancing street performers. "Say, you've been here once of twice. Would you happen to know where I could find a fellow dancer here? Usually I don't have to look, they find me." Usually, she had been to a few places where it seemed like dance wasn't even part of the culture. Those were the places she always ended up befalling some sor tof terrible luck.

"I wanna see if I can learn some new stuff, before I freeze to death up here."

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