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Faythiel smiled to Blue, the turned to move to the opening where she was to dance, letting her hair down from the braid, shaking it loose as she walked, the light catching the golden strands in her silver hair that was now draped down over her shoulders.
She moved to the center of the clearing, taking in a deep breath, her eyes closing as she listened to the Miqo'te's beat, her hips began to pop side to side as the rhythm became steady.
She bought her hands upwards to the sky, then traced them down, her wrists rolling and her fingers moving in a wave as she visualized herself alone in the desert, a rare rain beginning to fall over she and the sand.
Her body became one with the rain as her hips moves in a fluid figure 8 motion. The drums beat hummed within her, as if it were her true heartbeat.
Faythiel opened her silver eyes, casting them over the bar, though it was still her imaginative eye that held her senses captive...
She still stood in the desert, and appearing before her was a shadow of a man, her heart pulled towards him, her hips following forward as she moved her abs in a rolling motion, a mischievous smile creeping over her features both in this false desert and where she stood in the bar...
She offered this shadowy gentleman a come hither stare, unknowingly casting that very look at Axl within the bar...for it was not he she saw...
The shadow lurked forward wantingly, and she danced back out of reach, her back turned to him, she took a few steps away, still canting her hips from side to side.
He vanished. Another man not wanting that which was not easily obtained.
Faythiel arched herself backwards as her back was still turned, looking upside down at the crowd in the bar..her now desert of solitude.
She made the same fluid motions with her arms as before...rain...she then moved her hands over her heart, looking a bit as if in despair, and with a roll of her abs pulled herself upright once more.
She faced her solitude, her eyes closing once more as she could almost feel the cooling desert breeze of evening.
Faythiel looked upward. Her mind's eye spying the crescent moon that was hanging in the sky...
She knew the Goddess Menphina smiled on her through it. She smiled back. Her hips moving in a motion that made her almost seem to vibrate in place, her hips still moving in a ticking figure 8.
"It is better to know Passion without Love, than to have Love without Passion."
She and her goddess seemed to say as one, Faythiel absently said this out loud, but softly.
Renewed she looked back to her desert, now finding an oasis, she moved her body and arms in an almost serpentine motion that seemed to propel her towards it.
Her gaze became predatory, nothing could stop her.
Rejection. Solitude. Pain. Hate.
All replaced with an aggressive passion for life...
She moved into her Oasis, and in the center, she dipped down, hair covering her face as she crouched down, submerged.
She found her inner peace once more...the song ended...She looked up to the crowd as her imaginary world faded from view, and she offered a simple polite smile to the bar, then stood, bowing lightly, the small bells on her earrings and belt jingling as she did so.
She carefully tucked her hair over her shoulder as she looked up a little to gauge her audience's response...
(Visual and sound reference if wanted: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcLlAZjry...re=channel
She moved to the center of the clearing, taking in a deep breath, her eyes closing as she listened to the Miqo'te's beat, her hips began to pop side to side as the rhythm became steady.
She bought her hands upwards to the sky, then traced them down, her wrists rolling and her fingers moving in a wave as she visualized herself alone in the desert, a rare rain beginning to fall over she and the sand.
Her body became one with the rain as her hips moves in a fluid figure 8 motion. The drums beat hummed within her, as if it were her true heartbeat.
Faythiel opened her silver eyes, casting them over the bar, though it was still her imaginative eye that held her senses captive...
She still stood in the desert, and appearing before her was a shadow of a man, her heart pulled towards him, her hips following forward as she moved her abs in a rolling motion, a mischievous smile creeping over her features both in this false desert and where she stood in the bar...
She offered this shadowy gentleman a come hither stare, unknowingly casting that very look at Axl within the bar...for it was not he she saw...
The shadow lurked forward wantingly, and she danced back out of reach, her back turned to him, she took a few steps away, still canting her hips from side to side.
He vanished. Another man not wanting that which was not easily obtained.
Faythiel arched herself backwards as her back was still turned, looking upside down at the crowd in the bar..her now desert of solitude.
She made the same fluid motions with her arms as before...rain...she then moved her hands over her heart, looking a bit as if in despair, and with a roll of her abs pulled herself upright once more.
She faced her solitude, her eyes closing once more as she could almost feel the cooling desert breeze of evening.
Faythiel looked upward. Her mind's eye spying the crescent moon that was hanging in the sky...
She knew the Goddess Menphina smiled on her through it. She smiled back. Her hips moving in a motion that made her almost seem to vibrate in place, her hips still moving in a ticking figure 8.
"It is better to know Passion without Love, than to have Love without Passion."
She and her goddess seemed to say as one, Faythiel absently said this out loud, but softly.
Renewed she looked back to her desert, now finding an oasis, she moved her body and arms in an almost serpentine motion that seemed to propel her towards it.
Her gaze became predatory, nothing could stop her.
Rejection. Solitude. Pain. Hate.
All replaced with an aggressive passion for life...
She moved into her Oasis, and in the center, she dipped down, hair covering her face as she crouched down, submerged.
She found her inner peace once more...the song ended...She looked up to the crowd as her imaginary world faded from view, and she offered a simple polite smile to the bar, then stood, bowing lightly, the small bells on her earrings and belt jingling as she did so.
She carefully tucked her hair over her shoulder as she looked up a little to gauge her audience's response...
(Visual and sound reference if wanted: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcLlAZjry...re=channel