08-31-2016, 02:01 PM
Anka was very used to her post-fit scenarios escalating quickly. Adrenaline was already pumping through her legs, her body urging her to flee as she normally did. The only difference this time, was that a man had approached and clasped an arm around her. He glanced at her, his eye twinkling slightly before he began spinning a well-fabricated lie to the disgruntled guards. It was all Anka could do to contain an incredulous exclamation as this man basically put himself in harm's way for her. When he'd finished talking, the guards leered at her which forced her to nod slowly in agreement.
"Y-you make sure she don't go near the mayor's son, or you're both gone. Understood?" The smaller and younger of the two guards said, clearly not expecting to meet any resistance. With a frantic nod from Anka and a tut from the older guard, both men turned and left, the crowd parting for them as they returned to their post at the village gates. The wall of people didn't re-solidify, instead dispersing into the early evening gloom, back into their huts and the tavern respectively. Anka supposed she wouldn't be staying there now, especially as nobody had tipped her for her performance. Most of the time, she despised her fits.
"Thank you... That was needlessly kind of you, sir." Anka retreated from the man's arm, brushing down her dress in a spray of dust. "I am Anka, a travelling dancer from Thria." For a moment, her gaze drifted to the other end of the village, where Peter had disappeared. She recalled her vision, although in her mind's eye the visual of her foresight was always fragmented. She was certain of one thing, however: Peter was going to die, and soon. Even though they were bizarre, her predictions were never wrong.
At that time she noticed the lady that had first emerged to assist her. She'd been perfectly friendly before her fit, but she wondered how this woman would feel about her now. Anka recalled touching her arm... And there was something veiled about her: she'd felt it. With Peter's fate being more pressing, she returned to looking at the walkway that led further into the village.
"Pardon my crazy speech... But I think that young man is in danger. I know I can't prove it, but I think I have to try and do something about it." She knew she was forsaking the man's sacrifice for her, but Anka couldn't walk away from this. She glared at him, awaiting his reaction.
"Y-you make sure she don't go near the mayor's son, or you're both gone. Understood?" The smaller and younger of the two guards said, clearly not expecting to meet any resistance. With a frantic nod from Anka and a tut from the older guard, both men turned and left, the crowd parting for them as they returned to their post at the village gates. The wall of people didn't re-solidify, instead dispersing into the early evening gloom, back into their huts and the tavern respectively. Anka supposed she wouldn't be staying there now, especially as nobody had tipped her for her performance. Most of the time, she despised her fits.
"Thank you... That was needlessly kind of you, sir." Anka retreated from the man's arm, brushing down her dress in a spray of dust. "I am Anka, a travelling dancer from Thria." For a moment, her gaze drifted to the other end of the village, where Peter had disappeared. She recalled her vision, although in her mind's eye the visual of her foresight was always fragmented. She was certain of one thing, however: Peter was going to die, and soon. Even though they were bizarre, her predictions were never wrong.
At that time she noticed the lady that had first emerged to assist her. She'd been perfectly friendly before her fit, but she wondered how this woman would feel about her now. Anka recalled touching her arm... And there was something veiled about her: she'd felt it. With Peter's fate being more pressing, she returned to looking at the walkway that led further into the village.
"Pardon my crazy speech... But I think that young man is in danger. I know I can't prove it, but I think I have to try and do something about it." She knew she was forsaking the man's sacrifice for her, but Anka couldn't walk away from this. She glared at him, awaiting his reaction.