@illimmite turns to Chapter 1;;
Milo wasnât used to the appearance of islands. Especially this particular one.
But he loved it.Â
The moment he steps foot out onto the docks, heâs greeted with warmth both from the weather, and the people. Not even ten yards away from the boat, and he was able to make conversation! And after, it was doubly fun when he got to explore for himself.Â
This island was full of vegetation and a culture heâd never seen before, and he was ecstatic that he got to see it for himself. The priest was a little self indulgent, taking a leaf or two from some of the plants and pressing them into his journal to poke around with later.He reaches a section of a town and considers taking a break from sniffing around for a bitâ until he sees a building in the distance that catches his eye.
Was that a CASTLE? Miloâs eyes sparkle at the sight of such a grand place and any idea of a respite slips away from him as he leaps down the path. He wants to go there! Heâs not sure how much heâll be allowed to see ( he doesnât know all of the customs yet ) but it was worth a try!Â
The path up to the castle is easy to walk when it comes to navigating, and as he gets closer, he finds more people and more activity buzzing around than by the docks. He eventually reaches a beautiful plaza, with the castle easily within sight. Milo canât stop the grin forming on his face as he surveys the area, snapping a mental photo of all the buildings in his mind, the people, and⊠the dancing.Â
Near the center of the plaza thereâs a group of people singing and dancing. It didnât seem rehearsed, more like a gathering based on whim, with children and adults alike. He doesnât recognize the song, but the overjoyed feeling is infectious and gets him laughing. He wants to join, but he wouldnât have any rhyme or reason to offer, so instead he watches from the side, reclining against a building so not all of his weight is trapped on his feet.
venusâ feet rhythmically hit the ground as she danced. she stayed on the balls of her feet for most of the time, hopping from one foot to another. she performed slow twirls, fast spins, and the like. she blended in with her people. with flowers braided into her hair (done by her lovely retainer, christian), and her cloth bra attached to her body, she danced with her subjects, her lovely people. christian watched from afar, keeping an eye open for danger than be in the chaos of the dancers.Â
she has been doing this for a while, dancing, that is. she has been dancing practically all day and would need to take a break soon. but first, she needed to finish this dance. the princess gave another twirl, her grass skirt flaring out just a bit, enough to where you could see what was underneath (it was just more cloth the same color as her top.) yet, no local seem to care nor notice, in fact, they all practically had similar outfits to her own (but they were all different. the style was simple in sillivit: wear whatever you want; just donât pass out from dehydration).
her hazel eyes locked on to a certain individual (a tourist perhaps). she manuevered her way out of the crowd and grabbed the strangerâs hand, her smile widening as she gently (but hopefully convincingly) pulled him into the crowd of dancers. âdance with me!â she shouted above the music and cheering. venus twirled around her chosen partner before dancing alongside them as if asking them to watch her movements and follow them.
it was only a few seconds before the song ended. the locals clapped and cheered, thanking venus for joining them, or, as they put it, âblessing them with her presenceâ. she took each sign of gratitude humbly but graciously. after a moment, she turned back to the stranger, her cheeks flaring up in a color that could only be found at sunset. âje suis dĂ©solĂ©,â she spoke in her mother tongue, âj'espĂšre que vous avez apprĂ©ciĂ© cette danse.â
