"Sing me one of your old songs, Ysera...please..." The man yawned dreamily as he lounged on the luxurious plush pillow that made up the majority of the room.
Ysera halted her dance, fixing on him a dreamy and... was that frustration flaring slightly in her distant and cool eyes? Her body was slick with sweat. She'd been dancing for hours trying to make her client sleep, to no avail. She supposed... "Yes... One of my old songs will do."
She lifted her heel, the opening pose, and started to dance lightly with false cheer to the song. Her voice, however, couldn't match the up beat dance step. The effect was ethereal, her voice singing sadly with the gentle chime of the bells covering her clothing.
"I wanted to at least remember your gentle words,
remember the 1,000 nights that disappeared in a single night..."
As the final traces of note vanished, she could hear the rhythmic breathing of her client in sleep. This was her chance. She grabbed her cloak and hurried, like a spirit, out the door, and into the streets.
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She arrived at the Drop Point, lingering around the edges, away from the others. She wanted to see... she'd always wanted to see the new Drop. Perhaps... She touched her necklace without thinking, but quickly returned her hand to her side, and waited with the others.
Ysera halted her dance, fixing on him a dreamy and... was that frustration flaring slightly in her distant and cool eyes? Her body was slick with sweat. She'd been dancing for hours trying to make her client sleep, to no avail. She supposed... "Yes... One of my old songs will do."
She lifted her heel, the opening pose, and started to dance lightly with false cheer to the song. Her voice, however, couldn't match the up beat dance step. The effect was ethereal, her voice singing sadly with the gentle chime of the bells covering her clothing.
"I wanted to at least remember your gentle words,
remember the 1,000 nights that disappeared in a single night..."
As the final traces of note vanished, she could hear the rhythmic breathing of her client in sleep. This was her chance. She grabbed her cloak and hurried, like a spirit, out the door, and into the streets.
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She arrived at the Drop Point, lingering around the edges, away from the others. She wanted to see... she'd always wanted to see the new Drop. Perhaps... She touched her necklace without thinking, but quickly returned her hand to her side, and waited with the others.