wanderlust Jun 10, 2012 13:49:25 GMT -5
Post by Atra on Jun 10, 2012 13:49:25 GMT -5
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.