[Flashback] I Saw Him First [Naama]

[Tira]

Dance of the Suns, Spring 504AV Everything natural was of great import to the Myrians. Myrians were often thought to be cold hearted, blood thirsty cannibals, a gross exaggeration. While they certainly were cannibals, and they certainly were fans of blood, they were anything but cold hearted. They were heady, passionate beings. Everything in the great circle of life was of great import to them. Them, Myri's tigers, the plants, the wildlife, even the deyhan Dhani. Everything mattered to them. Everything was important in the jungles of Falyndar. Today was their celebration for the sun. They had this festival once a year, where they danced and laughed and lived and breathed for the honour of Syna, in thanks for shining every day for them. Without the sun, their beloved Jungle Wilds would be dead. Syna was so very important to the survival of life out here in the jungle, and it was only fitting that they should have a celebration for it. The festival lasted for much of the day. They had the day off - the warriors, too, though not many of them discarded their weapons, preferring to keep them close. That day the sun had risen high, as if Syna was giving them acknowledgement and rewarding those who honoured her with more warmth than usual. It was a cloudless day, a beautiful day. But now darkness was creeping over Taloba, and the older Myrians had left the night to the younger ones. Alcohol and sweat and hormones pounded through the thrum of bodies, as fires were lit and drums were played and bodies danced. Tira was amongst those dancing. The beat threaded through her, and her eyes were closed as she swung her hips to the beat. Her arms were raised above her head as she did so, them swaying to the rhythm as she ground her hips down. The dance was provocative, though Tira danced alone - a siren's call. A slight smile was on her face and she could feel eyes on her curvy body. She wouldn't give in to their stares, not yet. Not unless she found someone that could keep up with her rhythm. But she was tiring now, and needed a drink and some more warm ale to rush through her veins. Slowly, her body came to a still, as if clinging to the last tendrils of the dance as she began to move off to where there was a table stocked high with drink. She leaned against it, alone for the moment, taking a swig of the ale as she waited. She wondered who she would see tonight, meet tonight. Days like these were often amongst the best.