Apollo Wilde
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Olokun and Behedti
How long were they going to continue working her like this?
Since nearly the start of this festival, she had been dancing, and fatigue was starting to taint her performance. Sweat trailed down her forehead in golden beads, colored by the fleck across her skin. The slightest stumble, the tangle of brass about her ankles. She was beginning to feel light-headed - the day’s earlier heat hadn’t been kind.
As she landed shakily from a flip, Behedti dashed forward to help steady her. Although his assistance seemed to be no more than another trick, she was thankful to him. As he lightly spun her about, through the haze of the crowd she noted other pale ones, washed out shadows of dancers. Were they to take her place for the later dinner antics? They would need something slower to digest by, for sure…
The announcer, seemingly annoyed by the pair, clapped idly. Steadily, she slowed down, and stood. Her breath came in heaving gasps, shaking her small body thoroughly…but she still found the strength to stand up tall and proud. The sweaty arm of Behedti pressed lightly against her own, and with his presence, she held her head up higher, swallowing.
“The Numidian and her companion…..!” He called, after a quick swig of his wine. An opposite hand lured in the ghost like dancers, with their afflicted and slow movements.
As the pair loped off the main floor, the young man gathered their belongings. Now that their dance was done, they would be able to lay low until this was over….that’s when they got paid.
In the shadows of one of the deserted halls -well, maybe not so deserted; there were two bored looking guards there-, she collapsed, her legs giving out on her. The young man wrapped his arms about her, supporting her for a few moments. Raising a hand, she glanced back at him, slipping into her native tongue.
“I’m all right - I just need to sit down for a few moments. I didn’t think they would ever let me stop….” Anger marked the edges of her voice. They thought of her as some savage animal that could just keep moving and never have to stop or rest. It was disgusting. She’d seen horses treated better than she was this night. The feel of cool air moving across her face prompted her to slowly open her eyes - he was fanning her as best he could with his hands. The poor thing - he was sweating just as much as she was. With a small smile, she eased up onto her elbows, a hand moving to cradle her throbbing head. His black eyes were worried, his hands shook. Opening an eye to glance at him, she gave him another smile.
“I’ll be fine. Really. I just need to sit down….like I’m doing now.”
Sitting by her side, he rested his cheek on her shoulder affectionately. The blank gaze of the guards meant nothing now….Her fingers ran over his nearly bald scalp as she shifted, leaning against one of the pillars. Stretching out her legs, she hoped that the pain in her calves would subside. She had been dancing for a while - much longer than usual….cramping was to be expected from the sudden stop. Oh well - Behedti knew how to get most of the kinks out, anyway. In the dulled roar of the echoing feast, the two remained silent for a while, taking in everything but nothing at the same time….until a slight chuckle came from the boy. Looking over to him, Olokun rose an eyebrow.
“What is it that you find so amusing?”
With his youthful smile, he turned his attention to her, lips curling at the corners as if he was barely concealing more laughter.
“Oh, just the look on that ‘lord’s face when you spoke their language…..”
Eyebrows raised, her lips pursed as she tried to recall the look. As it crossed her mind, she laughed as well, the torchlight flickering off of her abnormally white teeth.
“You’re right.”
How long were they going to continue working her like this?
Since nearly the start of this festival, she had been dancing, and fatigue was starting to taint her performance. Sweat trailed down her forehead in golden beads, colored by the fleck across her skin. The slightest stumble, the tangle of brass about her ankles. She was beginning to feel light-headed - the day’s earlier heat hadn’t been kind.
As she landed shakily from a flip, Behedti dashed forward to help steady her. Although his assistance seemed to be no more than another trick, she was thankful to him. As he lightly spun her about, through the haze of the crowd she noted other pale ones, washed out shadows of dancers. Were they to take her place for the later dinner antics? They would need something slower to digest by, for sure…
The announcer, seemingly annoyed by the pair, clapped idly. Steadily, she slowed down, and stood. Her breath came in heaving gasps, shaking her small body thoroughly…but she still found the strength to stand up tall and proud. The sweaty arm of Behedti pressed lightly against her own, and with his presence, she held her head up higher, swallowing.
“The Numidian and her companion…..!” He called, after a quick swig of his wine. An opposite hand lured in the ghost like dancers, with their afflicted and slow movements.
As the pair loped off the main floor, the young man gathered their belongings. Now that their dance was done, they would be able to lay low until this was over….that’s when they got paid.
In the shadows of one of the deserted halls -well, maybe not so deserted; there were two bored looking guards there-, she collapsed, her legs giving out on her. The young man wrapped his arms about her, supporting her for a few moments. Raising a hand, she glanced back at him, slipping into her native tongue.
“I’m all right - I just need to sit down for a few moments. I didn’t think they would ever let me stop….” Anger marked the edges of her voice. They thought of her as some savage animal that could just keep moving and never have to stop or rest. It was disgusting. She’d seen horses treated better than she was this night. The feel of cool air moving across her face prompted her to slowly open her eyes - he was fanning her as best he could with his hands. The poor thing - he was sweating just as much as she was. With a small smile, she eased up onto her elbows, a hand moving to cradle her throbbing head. His black eyes were worried, his hands shook. Opening an eye to glance at him, she gave him another smile.
“I’ll be fine. Really. I just need to sit down….like I’m doing now.”
Sitting by her side, he rested his cheek on her shoulder affectionately. The blank gaze of the guards meant nothing now….Her fingers ran over his nearly bald scalp as she shifted, leaning against one of the pillars. Stretching out her legs, she hoped that the pain in her calves would subside. She had been dancing for a while - much longer than usual….cramping was to be expected from the sudden stop. Oh well - Behedti knew how to get most of the kinks out, anyway. In the dulled roar of the echoing feast, the two remained silent for a while, taking in everything but nothing at the same time….until a slight chuckle came from the boy. Looking over to him, Olokun rose an eyebrow.
“What is it that you find so amusing?”
With his youthful smile, he turned his attention to her, lips curling at the corners as if he was barely concealing more laughter.
“Oh, just the look on that ‘lord’s face when you spoke their language…..”
Eyebrows raised, her lips pursed as she tried to recall the look. As it crossed her mind, she laughed as well, the torchlight flickering off of her abnormally white teeth.
“You’re right.”