6th of Summer, 514
Gilva suddenly awoke in his bed in a cold sweat. He felt a sense of fear, and he had a headache, though he wasn't entirely sure why. It was almost as if his dream had faded from his mind. But the sweat was evidence that whatever it was about, it wasn't pleasant. There was a vague image of a woman's face that entered his mind, but within that moment he was unable to put a name to it. In order to try and gather his bearings, the boy decided that he should head outside for some fresh air.
When Gilva stepped outside of his cottage on West Street, he was quickly swept into the moving crowd. No matter what time, or what day, it always seemed busy. There was always something interesting going on within the city of Zeltiva. But this didn't mean that Gilva was always present to experience it. Nor did it indicate that he was always apart of it. However, he did find himself often wishing that the limelight would be his. While he was walking towards East Street, the boy overheard some people talking.
"Hey, remember that performance three days ago? That girl was incredible! I had never seen anyone do anything like that before in my entire life! I have to admit, it was possibly the best night of my life. Her body was just so..."
Gilva stood still amongst the crowd, and didn't hear the rest of the man's sentence. He was beginning to swell with jealousy. He had only hoped that he could be talked about the way that girl did. No one seemed to even care about his presence in Zeltiva, yet that girl had already established her status. Though this wasn't necessarily true. There were some people in Zeltiva that briefly held some interest in the boy such as Rosa and Sarai, but Gilva needed more fuel for his ego. If that girl could simply waltz around and acquire fans, then why couldn't he?
The men carried on with their conversation, but the distance between them and Gilva widened to where he was unable to hear it's conclusion, "...So wonderful! Who would've thought that I would have been lucky enough to see a girls clothes get devoured by her own volition in public!? It may have been a horrific experience for her, but at least I was able to prosper because of it right...until my wife found out..."
Spurned by his jealousy of the unknown girl's fame, Gilva decided that he would have to find her and reap her reputation for his own. But the boy lacked precise details of the girls dance style and her appearance. Perhaps if he wandered around the intersection between East and West Street, he would be able to obtain more information about this girl. With his mind set on discovering the girl's identity, Gilva chaotically walked through the crowd. He was so determined, that he was unintentionally bumping into people and interrupting their day. Some of these people felt scorned to the effect that they didn't allow their eyes to move off the boy. He had successfully, albeit unknowingly, drawn attention to himself.
When Gilva stepped outside of his cottage on West Street, he was quickly swept into the moving crowd. No matter what time, or what day, it always seemed busy. There was always something interesting going on within the city of Zeltiva. But this didn't mean that Gilva was always present to experience it. Nor did it indicate that he was always apart of it. However, he did find himself often wishing that the limelight would be his. While he was walking towards East Street, the boy overheard some people talking.
"Hey, remember that performance three days ago? That girl was incredible! I had never seen anyone do anything like that before in my entire life! I have to admit, it was possibly the best night of my life. Her body was just so..."
Gilva stood still amongst the crowd, and didn't hear the rest of the man's sentence. He was beginning to swell with jealousy. He had only hoped that he could be talked about the way that girl did. No one seemed to even care about his presence in Zeltiva, yet that girl had already established her status. Though this wasn't necessarily true. There were some people in Zeltiva that briefly held some interest in the boy such as Rosa and Sarai, but Gilva needed more fuel for his ego. If that girl could simply waltz around and acquire fans, then why couldn't he?
The men carried on with their conversation, but the distance between them and Gilva widened to where he was unable to hear it's conclusion, "...So wonderful! Who would've thought that I would have been lucky enough to see a girls clothes get devoured by her own volition in public!? It may have been a horrific experience for her, but at least I was able to prosper because of it right...until my wife found out..."
Spurned by his jealousy of the unknown girl's fame, Gilva decided that he would have to find her and reap her reputation for his own. But the boy lacked precise details of the girls dance style and her appearance. Perhaps if he wandered around the intersection between East and West Street, he would be able to obtain more information about this girl. With his mind set on discovering the girl's identity, Gilva chaotically walked through the crowd. He was so determined, that he was unintentionally bumping into people and interrupting their day. Some of these people felt scorned to the effect that they didn't allow their eyes to move off the boy. He had successfully, albeit unknowingly, drawn attention to himself.