20th of Spring, 512
Dra-Synri stood outside of Zeltiva, needing a break from her hunt. The harvest was not going well. The djed storms had ravaged through this city, leaving it dangerous and in poor repair. It looked like there would be no suitable women to bring back to her home. It would only get worse when the other Semenestra found out about her failure. She already got little respect for being born half Inartan; this harvest had been her one chance to prove herself useful. Damn these storms... she thought to herself in frustration.
Eager to get rid of some of the pent up anxiety, Dra-Synri began to hum a tune she'd heard earlier that week. It was a catchy song, fast-paced and upbeat. As she got into the music, Dra-Synri began to sway back and forth. She began to use her voice, singing instead of humming. Though she didn't know the words to the song (if it even had any at all), she was able to match the tune and cadence well enough. Singing wordlessly, Dra-Synri danced. She clapped her hands above her head and slowly brought them down before her as her body moved to the beat. She spun slowly on the tips of her toes before stepping forward and arching her body back, bending until her hair touched the ground. Extending her arms, she shifted her weight to her hands, let her legs arc slowly over her hands, and landed back on her toes.
The song continued, and so did the dance. Dra-Synri moved faster as the song sped up, twisting, turning, and leaping in ways that a non-Symenestra would find difficult. The fluid movements came naturally to Dra-Synri, and she reveled in the release they gave her. When she got to the end of the song, she made up a new one to match her movements. Time passed in a blur; it could have been hours or merely minutes. Eyes shut, voice raised to the heavens, Dra-Synri was oblivious of her surroundings.
