Dance

[Lunar]

A beautiful girl danced out in the back of a house. It was a beautiful garden place, marble tiles. Three people were out with the girl. Her parents were there, simple clothing, they watched over her and stayed with her all the time. The third person there was the on who observed her dancing. The one dancing was Solari. Her practice clothes were a beige top and long skirt with slits on the sides. Her long black hair flowed down her back. She wasn't adorned with anything colorful, she wasn't allowed to wear anything colorful until the day of the celebration.

The third person stood up. She was dressed very finely, jewels and all. "Stop! You stupid girl! You messed up again! Start from the beginning!"

Solari's parents eyes hardened. They disliked the treatment their daughter received. But alas, they couldn't do anything about it. The lady that watched her was in a much higher position however so they could do nothing about it.

[LadyChaotic]

A sigh passed the youth's pale lips as he exited the building, fingers absentmindedly putting the rest of his wet hair into a braid. It was quite obvious that the male Dancer had just left the bath, freshly garbed in his typical attire: a white sleevless tunic and grey-blue loose pants. His feet, as usual, were bare.

He watched as the woman scolded the female Dancer, rolling his sharp blue eyes. The woman was his aunt, a woman whom he didn't really know. After all, she wasn't his instructor. The only time he had to listen to this woman was when Raphyn practiced with Solari. Otherwise, he had to listen to Thedre, the male instructor.

With another, long sigh, Raphyn took a seat on one of the stone benches that decorated the garden. He threw his finished braid over his shoulder, a wet spot left where the hair had rested while he braided it. Thedre was still away running erands, giving Raphyn a rare opertunity to watch his dance partner, the one who shared his fate, practice on her own.

[Lunar]

Solari's face remained emotionless. However in her mind, she was calling this dreaded woman several vile names. She disliked her so much. At least someone other than her parents could be nice to her since she has to leave the Clan. But Solari went right back to work, starting the dance over. Her moves were graceful as she turned.

Her parents were still glaring daggers at Vesta, the instructor. They had no choice but to ignore her however.

Vesta watched Solari like a hawk, making sure every move was right. Yes, she was harsh, but it was her head if the girl messed up.

[LadyChaotic]

Well, she was skilled, Raphyn admitted. It was a complex dance, and one that must be perfect. Raphyn had seen the performance before; it was nothing short of breathtaking. He was determined to be the best there ever has been. When he left, he wanted to go out in the most spectacular of ways.

Snatching a crisp, red apple from a fruit basket, Raphyn stood, stretching a bit. "Vesta," he said, voice sounding both bored and arrogant, "when are we going to have another practice session? We've been doing nothing but solo dancing for weeks." White teeth dove into the apple as he waited for the response from the female teacher.

[Lunar]

Vesta looked satisfied once Solari ended the dance. "Good, you may rest now girl. I want you back here in two hours, understand?"

Inside, Solari was frightened. She nodded solemnly, "Yes milady." Her parents stood and collected their things, they all bowed to Vesta.

Vesta smirked, she had them at the palm of her hand. "Oh shh boy. Soon enough. Maybe later in fact, I'll have the see Thedre about it. You both need a lot of practice in the duet. You both did it once before, and you two were horrible." She sounded quite smug. "Now shouldn't you be practicing boy?"

Solari and her parents walked to the door in the building. She promised to meet them later on at night. She hurried inside the building getting her things for a bath. She was sweaty and dirty from practice in the hot sun. She rushed into the public bath in the building. Soaking in the cool water, long hair matted against her back. For the performance she would be done up splendidly. Jewels, colorful clothes, curled hair and sparkling gems everywhere. She wished that would last forever, but she knows it won't.

[King]

Seated upon a barrel a black robed man had watched the dance with interest. He hadn't been in the area for quite a while, but Vincent was glad to see the dancers were still as graceful as ever. He dismounted the barrel and moved his leather vest, with it's ornate copper designs, until it was comfortable again.

He walked calmly towards the dancing instructor and her male student. His hood was down at this time, and his dual colored eyes were intent on the dancer. Vesta glanced up and shouted in surprise. "Vincent?"

Vincent Desh bowed lightly to the lady, "Indeed. How have you been, Vesta? I see your students are as skilled as ever."

She smacked him on the shoulder and smirked like a hyena, "Oh aye, can't have 'em emberressing me. What brings you back here? Last I saw you you had a king's ransom to spend."

The sorcerer smiled as well, although his was more like that of a proud father, "I spent most of it, I've still got enough to keep me going."

Vesta nodded, "Just like you not to live the high life. Well, no matter.", she turned to her male student with a glare, "Boy! Introduce yourself." she shoved Raphyn with her shoulder as persuasion.

[LadyChaotic]

Raphyn shot a nasty look at the instructor as he stumbled towards the stranger. With that same, cold look on his face, he turned to the man addressed as Vincent. "Raphyn Starlok, Dancer of the God of the Dragon Moon." A bow, so slight it could've easily been mistaken for a sneeze had there been noise, followed his introduction. "Who are you?" Blunt? Maybe, but Raphyn was never one to really care about politeness.

[Lunar]

Solari finished, she dried herself up and put her damp hair into a long braid down her back. She wore fresh clothes, though they were the same style as the ones she wore earlier. Her shoes were soft and flat, easier to dance with. -Where to go?- she thought. She had a little more than an hour left before she had to go back to Vesta. At the slightest mention of Vesta she cursed her under her breath. She disliked the woman very much.

Solari put her things away, then stepped out of the building. Raphyn and Vesta were there, but there was another. Someone she hasn't seen before. She wondered who he was, but she didn't feel like approaching them.

[LadyChaotic]

Vesta turned just in time to see her student exit the building. "Raphyn," she hissed, using her tone to try and command the male daner, "Introduce the girl to our guest!"

"Why?" He sighed, looking over to the instructor. "She can speak for herself. Besides, I don't know Mr. Stranger's name yet." Raphyn turned his head to look at Solari. He honestly didn't know if he didn't care or if he was trying to protect her. He quickly flipped his gaze back at the newcommer, white-blonde braid swaying violently in it's attempt to catch up with the rest of his head.

[Lunar]

Vesta glared at the girl, "Solari come here." A demand, Solari walked swiftly to the group. Head bowed down, eyes staring straight at the ground. "Introduce yourself girl," Vesta gave a slight push.

Solari looked up slowly. In a quiet voice she said "Hello sir. My name is Solari." She then backed up a little, away from Vesta and closer to Raphyn. Yes, she was this shy. She's never been around many people. Save for the usuals.

[King]

Vincent bowed his head in greetings, "Hello, my name is Vincent. Vincent Desh." he stood up straight and for a moment his eyes flared. His spirit's echoes flew through the air, a warm burst of air wafting through the area.

Vesta beamed and turned to her two students, her face immediately turned to one of shock and embaressment. "What?! Haven't you two heard of Vincent Desh? Malyla's Pilgrim?"

Both youngersters just stared at her, than at Vincent, than back to Vesta.

The black robed wanderer laughed. His laugh was deep, it was as if he hadn't laughed in forever. Deep inside Vincents eyes was the mark of wisdom and an even greater mark of sorrow. "That's alright, Vesta. I'm not surprised. You're probably one of the few around here that remembers."

[LadyChaotic]

Vincent Desh. Malyla's Pilgrim. Nope, none of these names meant anything to Raphyn. He looked, a bored expression on his face, to Vesta. "Is it our fault we don't know? After all, you're the teacher," he said, smiling inwardly as a look of irritation crossed Vesta's face.

He turned back to this stranger, more currious than he would let himself admit. "So, who are you, then?" he asked, his tone begining to lose it's rudeness. His arms were crossed over his chest casually, ignoring the teacher off to his side.

[King]

Vincent crossed his arms behind his back, a small grin still in place, "I'm a wanderer who happens to know a few things."

Vesta shook her head, "You're still too quiet! This is Vincent Desh, Sorcerer of Balance. He saved this very place from a horde of monsters a while ago. You two may not have even been born if it wasn't for him!"

The sorcerer waved his hand for Vesta to calm down, "It was hardly what you'd call a horde. But there are more important things at hand, do either of you have plans for after the celebration?"

[Lunar]

She may not have looked much confused but she really was. Solari had no clue who this person was. Nope, none. She just smiled, and nodded. Inside she was thinking, maybe if someone taught her to read she'd know more. But then that was just an 'if' thought. Would she know? Maybe.

In a quiet voice she said, "My parents have thought about going out into the world and travelling."

[LadyChaotic]

"Well, I don't really have a choice, do I? I get banned and I'll be a wanderer like you," he shrugged. Truth be told, he was frightened about leaving. Here, life was secure. He had food, he knew what to say and what to do. He knew what he could get away with, and he didn't have to worry about fighting off hordes of who-knows-what.

He looked to Solari. At least she had a family. His parents would go out of their way to ignore him. It was their way of showing how proud they were...