Post by Dieter Wolfram on Nov 6, 2017 14:08:23 GMT -8
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
It was late in the evening when yet another wagon arrived at the Castle Town Gates, its’ canvas-covered back was filled to the brim with a mixture of scantily clad men and women, an assortment of instruments, and lastly a few torches. When they were halted by one of the Town Guards, they’d produced a singular document, it was a written writ signed by the Deku King and Dieter Wolfram – Captain of the Guard. Once they’d be waved through, they were escorted to the center of the Castle town and they immediately set to work. The Deku that had arrived earlier yawned loudly, their fatigue evident from today’s tribulations as they went to assist in this set up. They’d parked one of their carvans on the out brinks of it and still served medicinal soup heavy with vegetables and meat. The other part of the caravan had left once their supplies had been offloaded, a lowly squire leading their return to the Deku Swamp, they’d be back soon enough with fresh supplies and new faces.
The torches were plunged into any loose dirt or piles of debris that could be found, arranged so that they formed a circle around half-ruined fountain. Once they were lit, their soft illuminating glow revealed more about the Dancers. Some were clad in decorative clothing and jewelry that accented their lithe body, others wore simplistic garments that seemed almost bland in comparison. Their Captain of the Guard was no exception, he’d forsaken his clothe armor in favor of a sheer lavender garment. It was held up by a singular golden circlet around his neck and a singular knot in the back. It revealed much of his sides yet still proved to be modest, his legs would have been entirely bare if it weren’t for the small section that went almost entirely up his thigh; an elegant garter of sorts. He’d smiled as wiggled his toes and savored the sensation of the earth beneath his feet.
He adjusted the crimson diadem that hung around his forehead and held a thin shawl in place. He’d woven his arms into the shawl to protect himself from the faint cold that lingered in the air. He’d been sweltering in a few minutes though, if anything dancing was quite an intense workout. He’d gestured to the last Dancer to off load, they’d nodded their head and moved two barrels forward from the back of the wagon. He’d smiled softly to himself, those casks were filled to the brim with a fruity berry wine, it was one of their lesser known exports. It didn’t possess a very high alcoholic content but its’ fruity taste mixed with medicinal herbs would hopefully prove to lighten the town-dwellers’ dampened spirits. He’d nodded his head to himself, solemely inspecting the last of their set up before he’d began to point out positions for the Dancers.
They were not merely going to dance for the crowd, they’d interact with them, they’d bring smiles to the children’s faces; a bold ambition. Dieter took a slow controlled breath as he’d signaled for them to begin. At first, it was faintly audible, a rythemic beating on a drum, which quickly intensified into a low roar. Dieter’s eyes drifted shut as he began to move his body with sharp, yet precise movements.
The torches were plunged into any loose dirt or piles of debris that could be found, arranged so that they formed a circle around half-ruined fountain. Once they were lit, their soft illuminating glow revealed more about the Dancers. Some were clad in decorative clothing and jewelry that accented their lithe body, others wore simplistic garments that seemed almost bland in comparison. Their Captain of the Guard was no exception, he’d forsaken his clothe armor in favor of a sheer lavender garment. It was held up by a singular golden circlet around his neck and a singular knot in the back. It revealed much of his sides yet still proved to be modest, his legs would have been entirely bare if it weren’t for the small section that went almost entirely up his thigh; an elegant garter of sorts. He’d smiled as wiggled his toes and savored the sensation of the earth beneath his feet.
He adjusted the crimson diadem that hung around his forehead and held a thin shawl in place. He’d woven his arms into the shawl to protect himself from the faint cold that lingered in the air. He’d been sweltering in a few minutes though, if anything dancing was quite an intense workout. He’d gestured to the last Dancer to off load, they’d nodded their head and moved two barrels forward from the back of the wagon. He’d smiled softly to himself, those casks were filled to the brim with a fruity berry wine, it was one of their lesser known exports. It didn’t possess a very high alcoholic content but its’ fruity taste mixed with medicinal herbs would hopefully prove to lighten the town-dwellers’ dampened spirits. He’d nodded his head to himself, solemely inspecting the last of their set up before he’d began to point out positions for the Dancers.
They were not merely going to dance for the crowd, they’d interact with them, they’d bring smiles to the children’s faces; a bold ambition. Dieter took a slow controlled breath as he’d signaled for them to begin. At first, it was faintly audible, a rythemic beating on a drum, which quickly intensified into a low roar. Dieter’s eyes drifted shut as he began to move his body with sharp, yet precise movements.
