Class Solo - Dancing?
Being depressed was something new to Amari, he or she rather wasn't use to the feeling. With the dapple sunlight sneaking through his open window he refused to open his eyes, not wanting to face the day. It had been hard on him, after finding out from Sriina that she wouldn't be able to travel with her Amari had been speechless. This had been their life long goal, to be free to be able to travel and experience what the world had to offer. Instead her best friend was getting married to some guy that Amari vaguely recalled Sriina mentioning from her childhood. An arranged marriage in fact. Something so outdated...just like slavery one would think that times would of changed in all aspects of life. Apparently that was not so.
For a couple of days after finding out the devastating news, Amari stayed in his bedroom trying to figure out what to do. Clothing were still strewn about her room as she had been in a flurry to pack, but now it lay in a scattered mess while she attempted to think about what to do next. Should she unpack?...she supposed that was the next option available to him. But was it what he really wanted to do? Unpack and stay in this miserable town and support her best friend?
That would of been the unselfish thing to do.
Chewing on the inside of her cheek, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling wondering if she was a horrible person and friend wanting to still leave. Would Siirna understand if she left anyway? She was tired of being tied down here, Amari wanted nothing more than to go out and travel the world, discover new sights and people. Perhaps find someone to love.
Sighing she looked over at her semi pack luggage. It would be scarier traveling alone, but that wasn't enough to cause her to stay. Amari didn't want to be stuck in this city forever. Mouth turning into a frown she rolled back onto her side before finally forcing herself to get up.
Stretching Amari moved to the mirror and gave a flinch as he noticed how terrible he looked. Dark circles were under his eyes, and his eyes were puffy from lack of sleep. Never mind his hair. Giving a dejected sigh and shake of his head he went to strip and hesitated a moment before moving out of sight of the mirror and towards the bath. Perhaps it was years of ingrained habit, but being raised to act and think like a 'girl or woman' Amari always avoided looking at himself naked as it was just a reminder that he wasn't as he appeared.
To be brutally honest he wasn't comfortable with his male parts and he hated to bath or be naked for any reason. But he prided himself on his looks and thus bathing was necessity. It was rare that he would linger in the bath but today he took a little bit of extra time and once done he found himself back in his room. Towel wrapped around his chest as he went to quickly dress in his undergarments before going to tease his hair with a brush. He moved more slowly this day, the brush going through his long hair getting out each and every knot. Taking a deep breath he tried to distract himself as he dressed himself.
Adjusting his top and then going to apply his make up, the routine was almost ingrained. Deftly he applied the eye shadow and then the lipstick. Earrngs came next and then he went to get dressed. A dress of fine satin was dawned onto his slender frame. He didn't have much in the way of a chest, but with some manipulation and chest binding he was able to give the appearance that he had a chest. A very modest A cup at the most.
Breasts weren't everything, he always reminded himself of that. He felt that his face was his best feature and his charming nature always helped. Stretching he tried to take a deep breath, the bindings of course stopped him from breathing too hard but it didn't matter to him. Being pretty was more important than anything else he could imagine. A shallow thing. But it was his vice to be the prettiest.
It was a beautiful day, there was no sense staying inside to mope. Picking up his purse he bid his mother a fond fair well that she was heading to the market. The market was always busy and new merchants were constantly coming in with new wares. He couldn't help but want to oggle the new items, especially jewellery. He wanted to pick up some new earrings as well a new hair ornament.
Stepping out into the sunlight he felt a bit better about his circumstance. Perhaps it was him being silly but he felt like the world was lifted off his shoulders as he went on his way to the market. It was a place he visited frequently and most of the vendors who were permanent residents new him well. Knew him well enough that he would spent good coin at their stalls if they flattered him. Amari loved to indulge in this past time, picking out fabrics and getting a good deal out of the vendors.
Often they would offer a small treat or trinket for free allowing Amari to continue shopping with little pause. HIs basket was already full, new fabrics and small trinkets. He had picked something up for Sriina and it was thinking about his best friend that he felt his world sink again into darkness.
Sighing Amari turned his head noticing a crowd had gathered around a platform. Apparantly a tournament was going to be held and it was being held in the Oban capital. Frowning he wondered why there were so many excited whispers. They had just become free, so why would anyone want to rush back into the country that had enslaved them? Scowling he turned away from the posting.
