Lucunda Somina
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- Posted: Thu, 25 May 2017 01:53:18 +0000
". . . Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
- I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea. . ."
- Bare feet pushed themselves off from one dock post and to the next, landing deftly as the girl who belonged to them skirted around a throng of fishermen who had just come back with their daily haul thrown over their shoulders. With a twirl that naturally came to her, she breathed a smile towards the men who threw up a hand to greet her and then to shield their eyes from the slowly setting sunlight as she did the same before completing her twirl and landed back upon the docks that connected her ever twining village. "MAKU-ahine," she called out as she burst through the door, and into the one room hut that currently housed a resting woman. <"There you are my violet, I was beginning to worry,"> but the girl's face grew sullen as she cupped an item to her chest. <"Sorry for waking you mother. Though, I got it,"> her sulk softened as she knelt down to the mattress that the woman laid upon and sitting her up the sheet gathered around the woman's protruding belly. <"Do you think that we could go to the festival mother?" You always were better than any of the dancers.> The violet haired girl frankly said, her eyes lighting up as she supported the woman and administered the liquid that was housed in the vial she had been cupping. <"Let us see if the medication works first,"> she wearily spoke and then let out a cough, followed by a few more as the young girl both held her and reached for the ceramic bowl that housed some water. Smelling the water first she then administered it, and sat behind the woman as she made sure she did not choke on the liquid. Soft and frail hands cupped around her's and drew the bowl away, pulling the young girl close and kissing her cheek again and again. <"But don't let me stop you from going. . "> she spoke and the two embraced, and the woman kissed the girl's cheek gingerly as she mumbled out <"Nah. . .it wouldn't be worth seeing if you were not there."> She stayed hugging her mother like that with the multitude of pillows at her back.
Gloved finger tips absently stroked her necklace and violet eyes narrowed not in disdain but remembrance. Could her mother have been healed as easily? A thought that would never be answered as she strode over to Ymir, and hooking an arm around his she eyed the stained shawl dismally as they headed back and to the fair. With the night drawing near she pulled up her hood, absently mimicking her fellow sister and keeping her gaze towards the horizon. Her mind sharp as she took in the world which seemed brighter. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she wasn't on the brink of exhaustion. As they shopped her eyes drifted among the wares, but also to her familiar companions. She knew Orien to be capable of defending himself, or so she hoped, but she wondered about the maiden who's name was a mystery to her. Nevertheless, she kept a close eye upon them as she eyed the garments that looked impractical for any type of movement. Perhaps women weren't meant to move much in these areas.
“Forgive my manners earlier, I forgot to introduce myself,”
Violet eyes had been examining the monstrosity that was, apparently, to be a dress, but the dancer did not think it to be so. She wasn't used to the heavy fabric but, whether thanks to the story weaver or not, she ended up purchasing it along with a few other, less intricate, outfits and a pair of boots that she was exceptionally proud she got for a reduced price. At first she did not think she was being spoken to, but realizing the context of the sentence she decided that she should look over, and sure enough the woman was looking to her and she shrugged to let her know that she wasn't offended in the slightest.
". . . I believe I heard Orien call you Kai, is that your name? Because it is a pleasure to meet you regardless.”
As they walked towards the tavern she cocked her head gently to the side, violet eyes closing softly as she turned pensive once again. She took in the information but more so the girl, as it became more obvious that she had been another lowlife's property. "There are more of us than you think," she spoke quietly in some form of reassurance, as she drifted along side Ymir and looking over to Orien her mind began to wander for a moment. "Yes, and this is Ymir,"she gestured towards her fellow dancer and friend who gave a rather appropriate introduction, and stood back and behind them with a bemused smile. "Though, I have to cut this meeting short and change into something less. . .drafty. I have a good feeling of where I will be able to find you all," she reassured them and bowed her head, disappearing into the shadows quickly and quietly.
She was used to disappearing but not so much returning, and during her time away from the group she reequipped herself and decided on the more elaborate outfit and a black cloak. The only thing she enjoyed about the heavier fabric was that it made it that much easier to stow away her self defenses and her cuffs. That and she had always enjoyed dressing up, not that she would divulge that information publicly. Letting down her hair she fixed up the powder on her face, and lining her eyes with kohl she followed the curvature of her eyes and extended it out exotically. Making her way back she only paid attention to her surroundings, catching many an eye but none that made her wary. Once it gets ‘too safe’, is when you need to worry. She would definitely have to agree with her friend on that one and soon enough she saw them. Though she heard Ymir before anyone else, and listening to her friend's muse in action she figured to have some fun of her own. "If I'm not mistaken, didn't you throw someone out of those very doors you talk about?" Her eyes held a mysterious glint as she smirked and leaned over the back of the empty chair that she draped her cloak over. With her thigh length hair brought over one of her shoulders she draped the intricately beaded, black scarf over his head and took her seat next to him. As she sat down she surveyed the group, taking in those there as well as a few seats left empty. She would stay quiet. . . for now.
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