Time Stamp 13 Fall 513
The morning air was chilled but not cold, in the tent the slight smell of him permeated everything. It was a mix of leather, horse, and something more masculine, even she was starting to smell him on her. Taylani lay only for a mere minute after waking, not needing to get her bearing any more. She knew where she was the moment she woke and smelled him, and felt his arm tossed over her. Day number three of her bargain with the devil, and already she was panicking that he was slowly changed her. Slipping into her safety walls she had put up. She was on to him, she knew he was simply trying to set her up to knock her down.
Taylani slips out from beneath his arm, not caring if she woke him but she was cautious just out of ingrained courtesy and she wanted to do something that she would not do in front of him. She had been keeping up her dance poses, but today she wanted to just dance. Dance and let out her emotions in her body's movements. There would be no music but she didn't need that.
Quietly she moved across the tent to pull her shift on, then her underclothes, and then finally her plain unbleached dress over her head. She left her shoes for the moment, enjoying the feel of the grass beneath her feet. She looked back at him once before she slipped out of the tent into the pre-dawn. It was still dark out, the sun barely kissing the horizon causing a golden line on the horizon but nothing else.
She didn't have long before the city began to wake, preparing for its incessant moving. However she was professional, and she had to stretch first not willing to risk injury. Besides, her legs -namely her thighs- were sore from the night before when he had been particularly rough, not mean however. A blush stains her sunburned cheeks, because if she was being honest with herself she had started to like it..toward the end. How messed up was that?
This is why she needed this time, she needed to push away all thoughts. Push away memories of his hands on her, but also memories of the way he had smiled at her, the way that he had began to slowly teach her Pavi. The patience...no that was enough of that right now. He was cruel and impossible, and he was a Drykas that wanted nothing more then babies from her belly.
She extended her leg in front of her, and bent from the waist, her hands reaching down to touch her toe. She could tell she had been losing her flexibility thanks to less time practicing, so she had to work twice as hard today to limber her legs. The stretch went on, the back of her knees, the back of her calves all felt the tightening that said her muscle was elongated to the maximum. She holds it for several seconds. Then she raised, and switched legs, and once more she be bent to stretch that leg. Upside down, she watches the tent flap, praying to whatever god that was out there he would not exit.
Raising, she moves one arm first to the left, then to the right, then to the left again always stopping just at the point of straining the muscle. She repeats with her opposite arm carefully even though she was eager to begin. When she was done her muscles felt warm and ready, and she thought back to her last performance. It was a fast number, not a romantic frilly one, but an angry in your face number. It was difficult, and after so many days out here with little practice she knew she would foible but it was not meant for perfection, just an escape.
It was time, she positioned herself in the starting position, her left foot planted forward, her right pointed -not sickle!- in front of the left toes causing her leg to cross just slightly in front of the other. Her arms were pretty, bent elbows one extended over her head, the other bent just slightly in front of her body. In effect it made her all angles and curves, as she waited, counting the beats as if the music was playing.
The morning air was chilled but not cold, in the tent the slight smell of him permeated everything. It was a mix of leather, horse, and something more masculine, even she was starting to smell him on her. Taylani lay only for a mere minute after waking, not needing to get her bearing any more. She knew where she was the moment she woke and smelled him, and felt his arm tossed over her. Day number three of her bargain with the devil, and already she was panicking that he was slowly changed her. Slipping into her safety walls she had put up. She was on to him, she knew he was simply trying to set her up to knock her down.
Taylani slips out from beneath his arm, not caring if she woke him but she was cautious just out of ingrained courtesy and she wanted to do something that she would not do in front of him. She had been keeping up her dance poses, but today she wanted to just dance. Dance and let out her emotions in her body's movements. There would be no music but she didn't need that.
Quietly she moved across the tent to pull her shift on, then her underclothes, and then finally her plain unbleached dress over her head. She left her shoes for the moment, enjoying the feel of the grass beneath her feet. She looked back at him once before she slipped out of the tent into the pre-dawn. It was still dark out, the sun barely kissing the horizon causing a golden line on the horizon but nothing else.
She didn't have long before the city began to wake, preparing for its incessant moving. However she was professional, and she had to stretch first not willing to risk injury. Besides, her legs -namely her thighs- were sore from the night before when he had been particularly rough, not mean however. A blush stains her sunburned cheeks, because if she was being honest with herself she had started to like it..toward the end. How messed up was that?
This is why she needed this time, she needed to push away all thoughts. Push away memories of his hands on her, but also memories of the way he had smiled at her, the way that he had began to slowly teach her Pavi. The patience...no that was enough of that right now. He was cruel and impossible, and he was a Drykas that wanted nothing more then babies from her belly.
She extended her leg in front of her, and bent from the waist, her hands reaching down to touch her toe. She could tell she had been losing her flexibility thanks to less time practicing, so she had to work twice as hard today to limber her legs. The stretch went on, the back of her knees, the back of her calves all felt the tightening that said her muscle was elongated to the maximum. She holds it for several seconds. Then she raised, and switched legs, and once more she be bent to stretch that leg. Upside down, she watches the tent flap, praying to whatever god that was out there he would not exit.
Raising, she moves one arm first to the left, then to the right, then to the left again always stopping just at the point of straining the muscle. She repeats with her opposite arm carefully even though she was eager to begin. When she was done her muscles felt warm and ready, and she thought back to her last performance. It was a fast number, not a romantic frilly one, but an angry in your face number. It was difficult, and after so many days out here with little practice she knew she would foible but it was not meant for perfection, just an escape.
It was time, she positioned herself in the starting position, her left foot planted forward, her right pointed -not sickle!- in front of the left toes causing her leg to cross just slightly in front of the other. Her arms were pretty, bent elbows one extended over her head, the other bent just slightly in front of her body. In effect it made her all angles and curves, as she waited, counting the beats as if the music was playing.
