With a list of the program in gloved hand; she sighed silently. Gown adorned her anatomy in glistering fashion, as she leaned back into the chair. Unruly, ‘unwomanly’. She knew no sense of ‘proper’ mannerism - but little did she care. Neck stretched to overlook the mass of people, to at last, gather focus upon theater's stage. “Mind if we ask– why would thy folk watch these acts, but not sing and dance on their own? Wouldn’t that be much more exciting?” Please. Forgive this inexperienced rebel.
STAGE MARKS THECENTER OF THE ROOM, yet the eyes of spectatorsrevolve the sight of a king and his associate.tiamate was not a date. that muchwas preposterous.rather, she is the gem you wish tohold between your teeth --- as if to test the resilience authenticityof a diamond, so to speak. long had she been stowed away --- a treasure obscured within the ocean’sboundaries, a limitless shadow ofwaters’ nethermost wonders. even now,at his side, the embroidery of her gown is as fastidious as the shell of a clam. to impose the notion of physical touch would be to damage the refinement of her beauty; todiscard any and all chances ofglimpsing the pearl within her.delicately, meticulously --- you must drownher by your own means; in sound, in visuals. a flawless distraction, if only tounravel the cage of her body --- hereyes, and soul. the play must begin soon, lest the king’s attention divergeto the resplendence of her meddlingperfection. so vibrant yet so pastel--- her wisdom dwells in watercolor.SHE DONS AN ARRAY OF CONSTELLATIONS.the stars move with her --- her fingers and tongue no exception, though more subtly in the wake of her query. why observe in place of participating --- such is the innocence ofassimilation. you know not the luxury of another’s talent. not yet.discerning a rather brash posture oftiamate’s legs, heights tilting her back in tastefulshimmer, izunia places a finger on the crown of bare knee and guides its incline back to formality. your feet areto remain on the ground, tide mother. the people have alreadypaid for one show. her “display” isa mutiny upon his features, afleeting discomfiture, as his sights avert to the pamphlet between them.
“ actually, i do mind you asking.it is rather tragic, i must agree------ it would give me great pleasure to watch those of personalrelation act these roles. however, i do not see the purpose of having a king exhibited in front of the eyes ofthousands. perhaps in the intimacy of a ballroom, wherein all the guests standupon level flooring. here, we must lookdown to the stage --- though these actors and dancers hold aprofessionality i do not share. that is a lie. alas, i am reluctant to share my ability to dance. ” WAITRESS GLIDES INTO VIEW WITH MEEK CONFIDENCE,approaching the stateliness of their association with trepidation. nervous as a mouse extending daintiness of paw to thestupor of an unconscious feline. pleasedon’t hurt me --- her eyes read, glancing between the pair --- i come offering food and beverage.
“ ------ i don’t suppose my brother has ever offered you a drink, leviathan. ” THE LIGHTING DIMS, HIS DEVIOUSNESS ISROUSED. the curtain will rise shortly, only the thought of an intoxicated serpent beguiles hisinterest. “ i can only assume, a woman of your holiness --- ” the word is as forced as he is sly, “ --- would not be so easily affected by liquor’s potency. would youfancy a bottle for the performance? ”
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