Gorean Shores Festival Dances FW
Winner - Free Women Kha
The day of the festival has arrived … I make My way into the Piazza …My shipment of clothing having arrived ~
Dancing out from behind a curtain …My full beige skirt swirling around Me showing of My high leather boots .. a beige blouse and jacket that fell to My thighs .. belted around My slender waist ……the loose hood held on by hook …. Keeping My auburn hair contained as I dance around the piazza ..in time with the tabor player …swaying this way and that between the low tables keep out of arms reach of the Men …a southern Free Woman of the south
Disappearing behind the curtain …the zills playing as I appear again ~
this time wearing a black haik …covering Me from head to toe …on My feet are soft black non heeled slippers with curly toes …decorated with silver thread …not making a sound as I move through the piazza ..dancing around the Men .. a small piece of black lace barely showing My eyes ~ a Free Woman of the Tahari disappears behind the curtain
the sound of the czehar playing as I appear again ~
MY hair held in a snood of red yarn ..bound by filaments of gold wire.. swinging of the white sea sleen cape My scarlet vest clinging to My white blouse ..the long sleeves billowing as I dance about the tables ….the long red skirt clinging ..as I swing My hips this way and that darting away from The Men the gold buckle wrought from Cos shining in the sun as it beams ..My shoes of polished black leather tapping merrily on the floor …folding about My ankles … elegantly tied around My ankles … with a tabor roll I disappear
The sound of the kalika strumming up as I dart out from behind the curtain ~
wearing My hunting costume of brief tunic and brown hose …swishing My scarlet cape .. as I dance My red cap ..its feather twirling this way and that …MY short yellow bow in My hand …Black boots tap on the floor spurred and shining a quiver of yellow arrows on My back ..as a dance to the music … disappearing from sight ~
the sound of the gourds making a good beat ..a s I enter ~
A Free Woman of the North swinging of the great cape of white a sea sleen fur … tossing at DarkWolf ….hold this My Friend ..laughing as it lands on His head …My scarlet kirtle clinging to My frame as I dance …My hair worn high but with no dressing …..My belt holding the jewelled scabbard .. the twisted blade or a turian dagger just seen …the scissors knife and keys making a din ..as I twirl and dip ..Disappearing
The sound of the ~herlit-bone whistle playing as I dance into view
Removing the cape as I come into view.. Xertog …as I toss it at You ….The long leather skirt split up the right side …..My hair bound in braids ..a sleeveless leather blouse showing My arms ..as I dance between the tables ..a Proud Free Woman of the wagon peoples ..the sun glinting on the gold nose ring ….….the smell of the kailla I have been riding wafting around as I dance the tan hide boots not making a sound as I disappear
The sound of the notched stick as I come through the curtain
A simple woollen ankle length dress tied around My waist a cord …... the wide flowing sleeves swing around Me as a twirl ….making My way with energy through the Piazza … a nomadic Free Women of The Alars~ disappearing from View ~
The Kaska ..playing a melodramatic beat ..working up into a frenzy
Entering in the skins of The Panther Girl …..throwing back My auburn curls …lifting My head to the moons and howling ….….the drum still beating .. My fists clenching and un clenching as My very soul is taken with the music ..tapping My right foot ….then My unclad thighs ~My dance of the Panther Girl becoming more frenzied more wild ..more Vicious and clawing …My breathing ragged as I dance this dance out ….My body lithe and disappearing ~
The flute playing a beautiful tune .. as I appear as You all now Me in My robes of green .. and veils…swinging a well robed hip I send a slave flying … tripping over a fur .. I stumble …regaining My composure I am a lofty Free Woman of Port Kar ,….whilst You are all laughing .. I dance right close to You all ~ laughing ~ spinning away with lithe frame … well My Dear Men .
I have fleeced You again .
Cos I'm Kha that Thieving Free Woman of Port Kar …
Emptying all The pouches on a low table and watching Their faces ~
Men I think these belong to You ~
Free Women free form dance Kha and Laroona
The Silent Man
Laroona
*grabbing Kha by the hand we scurry toi the servery area... grabbing two weapons
of our choice ... locating a large object we had put her earlier, .. Kha you
grab one end and I the other.... lifting the object we drag it to the center of
the tavern,.... lifting off the covers.... taaaa daaaaaaaa
Kha
taking a handful of ramberries ..always useful in a dance ~ grins ~ puts them in
My pouch ~
{Ruilans_ariel}
*murmurs* uh oh.. FreeWomen armed with ramberries....
*grins, rises, checking the horn as she goes to the chill room for ice cold paga*
Kha
puffing and panting as WE tug and We tug ....oh Look ..look what We have ... The
Wooden Man ..The Mannakin from the training yard ... looking at My weapon in My
hand .. now Who would have guessed ..yes ..a Wooden Spoon~
Laroona
removes a bowl of paga from a tray as a slave scurries past ... laughing....
Laroona
Looks at Kha and grins....
I offer the bowl of paga to the Mannikin.. open wide ... he says and does
nothing.... darn this guy is so dumb, is he mute... I wop him over the head with
my spoon, dancing around him prodding and poking with the spoon... open wide for
paga inside... I turn away from him in wonderment why a man refuses paga....
hummmmmmmmmmm
Kha
laughing ..no paga ..will He take .....thinks of something that might make Him
wake ...dancing across the tavern .. I capture ariel ....tugging and pulling the
wriggling girl ..and placing her in His lap ~
{Ruilans_ariel}
*squeeks* Mistress! what about the splinters??????????
{Ruilans_ariel}
*purses her lips towards the Wooden Man and begs* a kiss for the pretty slave
Master of Wood?
Kha
laughing and wondering why The Men are worried about empty pouches ~ apart from
Kyoto's ~ I grin~
Laroona
laughing as he has been offered paga and a girl ... prodding at him again... I
dance towards the Dias....a pleading look on my face... captains can you wake
this dead beast up he has such a forlorn look on his face...
moving back away I wave the spoon at the Mannikin ... want more of this... I
prod him in the tummy...
{Ruilans_ariel}
*flies from Master WoodMan's lap, a decidedly saucy toss of her head* not Master
enough for ariel! didn't even get a rise! but maybe a splinter.. *rubs her butt,
stepping out of the way of the Dancing Free Women*
Kha
paga and slave .
.did not make Him behave
He still keeps ignoring Us
I look for His purse
and let out a curse ~
hitting Him with spoon
He must be a loon ..
I dance away leaving Him to Laroona~
Laroona
laughing as Kha leaves me alone with this dumb loon
he refuses all
maybe he is not so tall after all
I poke him with the spoon upon his butt
a slight shove and over he topples
I step back and wave my wooden spoon ...
the mighty wooden spoon wins the battle yet again
thanks all ...
DaemonStorm
Time to slip into the night
after watching Wooden warriors and women fight
It might have only been a spoon
and just a crazy comic loon
but smile we did and chuckle loud
as two FW entertained the crowd
And so I wish you all good night
as I am off to sleep quite tight
I rise and head towards the door
and almost slip up on the floor
Be well all Free
and sluts serve well
Good night
God Bless
and to all farewell
