08-25-2016, 05:02 PM
Anka didn't make a habit of staying in one place for too long for two reasons. People didn't pay as much for repeat performances, and people certainly didn't like heretics. Not that she was one, but it was difficult to persuade witnesses that she wasn't once they saw her strange fits. It used to upset her; being driven from towns by superstitious guardsmen or priests from the Church of the Preservation of Sanctity. After being nomadic for a few months, Anka reminded herself that their hatred towards her wasn't personal.
She'd only been in the quaint village of Silverglen for one day, but already she had drawn a small crowd outside the tavern with her passionate dancing. For a town that was known for its forges and excellent weapon-smiths, Anka was surprised they were so into the arts, especially with it being only ten leagues south-west of Ostia. She was fortunate enough that a patron with a lute had strung up a tune for her to shimmy and sway to: that always bolstered her earnings once she'd finished her displays. Anka wasn't really one for showcasing her... 'lady assets' during her performances. Her dances were more graceful, with pirouettes and moves of dexterity and swiftness. Despite this, the crowd were cheerful enough. The night was beginning to settle in, and several of the viewers lit torches, creating a halo of brightness around the human circle that surrounded Anka.
Everything was going well- at this rate she'd have enough money for some new dancing shoes soon, and more than enough to get a room in the tavern tonight so she could rest her weary feet... After her last move, the player ceased his music and Anka snapped her legs together.
"Thank you so very much, everyone! I'm glad you enjoyed the- uuuurgh..." Anka stumbled forwards, falling to her knees and catching the ground with her fists.
No... Not now... I can't hold it!
She'd only been in the quaint village of Silverglen for one day, but already she had drawn a small crowd outside the tavern with her passionate dancing. For a town that was known for its forges and excellent weapon-smiths, Anka was surprised they were so into the arts, especially with it being only ten leagues south-west of Ostia. She was fortunate enough that a patron with a lute had strung up a tune for her to shimmy and sway to: that always bolstered her earnings once she'd finished her displays. Anka wasn't really one for showcasing her... 'lady assets' during her performances. Her dances were more graceful, with pirouettes and moves of dexterity and swiftness. Despite this, the crowd were cheerful enough. The night was beginning to settle in, and several of the viewers lit torches, creating a halo of brightness around the human circle that surrounded Anka.
Everything was going well- at this rate she'd have enough money for some new dancing shoes soon, and more than enough to get a room in the tavern tonight so she could rest her weary feet... After her last move, the player ceased his music and Anka snapped her legs together.
"Thank you so very much, everyone! I'm glad you enjoyed the- uuuurgh..." Anka stumbled forwards, falling to her knees and catching the ground with her fists.
No... Not now... I can't hold it!