The man I once was
Timestamp: 477 AV, 31st day of summer. Midnight.Emee looked nervously around him, meeting the eyes of the strangers he walked with. He wasn't exactly sure what they were going to do, who these people were, and why they were together. All he knew was that they had all presented themselves before him in his workshop where he sewed together all sorts of clothes.
They had walked in separately at different days, all requesting that he made them a simple dress of a silvery silk cloth that they had bought with them, probably to make sure the dresses were all made of that material. He had noticed their apparent connection to each other, and his first thought was that they were some kind of dark cult. Therefore he hadn't asked at first as he was afraid to awaken the wrath of some god and get zealots on his tail. But when the last person -a smiling young man with dirt under his nails and short, shabby and dark hair on his head- came to pick up his dress, Emee had asked him about his knowledge of this rush of customers asking for the exact same suit. The man had replied with friendliness and ease, saying that they were faithful followers of Leth. As children they had all had some kind of bond to the person that was now a kind of priest to them. They weren't many, about eight people, and apart from the time they shared under Leth they hardly knew each other. Their priest was the only one who knew them all. Saying he was in no position to explain the concept himself, he had offered Emee to come along this full moon. He could meet the young man outside the stables, and he would take care of navigating to the meeting place.
So Emee had done this. He had taken the day off the day he had been told the full moon would be so that he could rest, not wanting to fall asleep outside the safety of the city walls. As promised the young man stood waiting for Emee by the stables, which turned out to be where he made his living. He was a stable boy, and Emee was surprised to learn how a man with such a low job, seemingly boring from Emee's perspective, could be part of some highly religious cult. The stable boy, whom had put on his silk dress before meeting with Emee, seemed to know where to go once they were out of the gates, climbing up rocks and jumping over rivers without as much as a lantern. Nevertheless, Emee had no problem with following him. For every obstacle, the stable boy stopped, waiting patiently for him. It seemed the stable boy knew it would take some time to get to his secret destination with Emee with him, for they had left at sunset and crossed paths with the others just a few chimes before midnight. They kept walking though, and nobody talked to each other, proving the stable boy's statement that nobody knew each other. Only one man, the priest most likely, walked amongst them and spoke lowly to one person at a time, seemingly checking on how they fared in everyday life. When the priest came up to Emee and the stable boy, Emee recognized him as the first person to ask for the dress. He was a tall and beautiful Vantha, seemingly very social in nature. Emee had never met a Vantha before, but this one made him feel at ease when explaining the pursuits of this group of people. He refused to call them a cult, but instead called them entertainers. It was true they were a tiny group of independent followers of Leth, but they did nothing cult-like in their meetings. They did not do animal offerings and rituals, which was what Emee had thought. Why else would they go through the trouble of being so far away from the city, let alone outside the walls at all, if not to do something considered wrong by community?
The Vantha explained that when Leth walked over the night sky, he walked alone and without his loved one, Syna. When he first learned the story of Leth and Syna, told to him as a bedtime story by his parents, he had thought that Leth's journey could be nothing but boring. Walking over a silent, sleeping world with only stars and Leth himself lighting it up, there was rarely anything to see. Now, when he stood as an independent person who could do as he pleased, had decided to change Leth's boredom into something exiting. He thought that if they could keep Leth entertained, perhaps he would gift them. Emee thought this was a strange way of coming to the conclusion of becoming a priest for some childhood friends, and to this he answered that in truth, he was only after the blessing of a god. He thought that if he could get the blessing of a god, his social status would increase greatly. Leth seemed like one of the easiest gods to get on the good side of.
When the group of people arrived at their destination, a clearing on a hill a couple of rock throws away from the city they had left, The eight people opened up their dresses and let them slide off their naked skin, leaving Emee with a confused look. He thought they would wear the dresses when entertaining the moon, but the stable boy explained to him that their skin was much better noticed when reflecting the light of a full moon, whereas cloth would ruin that reflection. The cloth was simply for not walking around naked before and after this moment. Now that people had no clothes on, Emee could see that the gender and race of the eight varied, the only thing being the same was their age and birthplace. Nevertheless, they all looked like equals under the moon, and the way they now dared talk and look at each other told him that they felt the same way.
Incense and musical instruments were bought forth, and whenever people were ready they started dancing. The dance varied from pair dances to solo dancing, and the pace and movements adjusted to the pace of the music of drums and flutes, which seemed highly synchronized and yet nothing but improvisation. This was clearly something they had done many times before. Emee didn't feel comfortable with participating, and had found a rock to sit on while observing. It looked like fun, but he was not ready to take off his own clothes and dance or play music. Maybe, if he could, he would participate the next full moon. After all, there seemed to be nothing wrong with these people and what they did, and he was always free. He had work and he had a schedule, but he should be allowed to take some free time and enjoy something different, should he not? Of course the part with nudity was new to him, and was probably the only thing that kept him from jumping into the dance today, but he promised himself he would make one of these dresses for himself and spend the next full moon dancing in the moonlight.
To his surprise, he was not left to his studying during the ceremony. After what seemed like an hour of dance that constantly changed, one of the dancers, a solo dancing woman he had noticed for being very smooth in her movements, yet strikingly fast- her dance was like the hypnotizing dance of a cobra, bending her body to positions that looked like they would break her balance completely- danced over to him, offering a hand. She did not speak to him, but the gesture had an obvious meaning. She wanted him to dance with her. Emee, uncertain after seeing her elegant moves, gulped and raised his hand to meet hers. After all, the worst that could happen was that he fell and embarrassed himself. That would probably happen anyway if he was going to dance the next time.
The moment he grabbed hold of the woman's hand, he felt something was wrong. Her skin was like that of a snake, cold and slippery. When he raised his eyes to meet hers, he met the slit eyes of a viper. He gasped and tried to escape her hold of him, but she simply smiled and whirled about on the hill under the moon, leading on and not letting him go. Surprisingly enough he never fell, but he was close to doing so multiple times. When he did, the woman he believed to be of the infamous Dhani adjusted her dance to save his balance with swift steps, making him feel like he was the naked one. This didn't mean he did not enjoy it. The dance was fun, and the adrenaline pumping in his veins marked this as probably the most exiting day after many boring years. If he survived this night, he would be the most foolish prey ever, gladly returning for more. The Dhani smiled and giggled, seeming as if she was just playing, while he was having the time of his life and sweating to keep up with her.
After what seemed like an eternity, she dropped her pace and let Emee get his breath back. It was then he noticed the others, clearing away the incense and getting dressed again. He looked up at the moon, which had nearly reached the horizon. He raised his eyebrows, surprised that they had danced throughout the night. His entire body trembling, he let go of the woman's hand and took a step back. The Vantha priest stepped up to them, smiling at the Dhani and Emee. He gave the Dhani her dress and nodded towards the stable boy, telling Emee to follow him back to the city gates. Emee, not in any condition to talk just yet, simply nodded and swayed towards the stable boy.