City Streets
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A smile had the power to transform the wretched into angelic, the bitter into welcome, or a pretty girl into a lovely goddess. A new set of clothes didn’t hurt the transformation either.
Happy steps were how she walked now upon cobbled streets and pack upon her back. Her cloak which she wore through out their shopping and travel, made her appear like a billowing apparition, shapeless and gliding, despite her companion having seen her in far less. In their travels she had walked by his side or wandered away while under the veils of her cloak and face obscured but for her face.
She would have continued to do so now, were it not for the novelty of her foreigner clothes. Blue eyes glinted with merriment as the dancer threw a glance back towards the Symenestra before her head turned sharply at the sound of music and her gliding steps carried her forward towards the newest found distraction.
Zaira traded away for the moment her cloak and dress for black leather pants, a white cotton shirt and black vest a red sash was tied loosely around her neck. The shopping had been an adventure of amusing proportions with the clothier. The Benshira had an idea of the clothes she wished to acquire, clothes she had seen already that day as they had walked, but, she still had been enraptured by the selection, color a feel of the clothing on display. To say the clerk had been unsettled by the covered figure and her companion was probably an understatement. But some of the apprehension had faded when the dancer had removed her veils, and although she did not speak much, not much had to be spoken aside the jingle of coin and the delight that had played upon her face as she willingly became the shop keepers dress doll before settling firmly upon the outfit she wore and a few other items.
It was not as free as her dress, nor quiet as alluring Zaira would amid it held an appeal it was still fitted and in face probably showed her figure better than the dress, but it was defiantly not for dance, these were her new travel clothes and while it was hardly likely anyone would see them often, today, she would show off her new clothes with joy. And her new toys that comfortably bounced upon the back of her thigh.
Zaira moved quickly towards the sound of music, people were performing upon the streets, as others watched, and some even gave out their coin in return. There were jugglers, musicians, a man doing a most disturbing thing with blades and another walking with clawed… scorpions hanging from his face.
The woman backed up a step quickly and bumped into someone. Yet her concern had been the poi handles she felt slip from her pants. However the stumble the woman had made, caused another, and another caused a small fire bowl to be upended spilling embers and burning coals along its path.
The spilled flames and glowing coals created a bit of a stir, people backing away, jostling one another and leaping back. And in the chaos, the Poi was lost underfoot.
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