Fire Dancer.
@mollymockiing
The sky was speckled with stars tonight, the air crisp and clean without being too cold. The Healing Hands had only just finished putting up their tents and the hot tub a few hours ago, when the sun had already begun stretching itself towards the horizon to slowly crawl into bed. Streaks of tender pinks and purples had slowly molten into a dark blue sea illuminated by a thousand tiny fires. A perfect evening for a little show. And what better way, Lux thought to himself, to grab the attention of those busy city folks rushing past the market place on their way home from a strenuous day of labour, could there be? Besides, barking out promotional slogans day after day was hardly as much fun.
It did not take long for a small crowd to gather already, curiously craning their necks to see what the strangely dressed half-elf was up to as he drew the outlines of a big circle onto the dirty street. He did not wear any shoes or shirt, but the intricate golden beads glimmering on his ears and in his fiery hair did not exactly attest to a lack of money. A set of burning torches flickered by the enterance of a generously sized tent behind him, where a copper coloured dragonborn had taken a seat on the floor, a large drum resting securely between his knees. As Lux went to light both ends of a long wooden staff on the already burning torches by the tent, he tossed the other a small smile and nodded. Then he went to take up his position in the circle.
“Ladies and gentlemen, and variations thereof! Beloved guests! Welcome, to the opening night oft the Healing Hands’ Travelling Bath House and Spa! Let us invite you to a night full of joy and sensual delight in the most intimate atmosphere! A rare feast for the senses and our own little piece of paradise, available all day, only to you, for the next two weeks at least! If you feel like the fire inside of you has been burning out, allow us rekindle that flame tonight!”
Fire blazed away towards the sky. The beat picked up, slowly at first, sneaking his way through the dancer’s ears and inside his body, where it became one with his heartbeat. Lux closed his eyes. From here on, it was music only. No more thinking, no more spectres of complicated memories, equations, or ideas. Only him, only the fire, and the beat of the drum slowly taking a hold of him. Oil and fire and just the tiniest bit of psionic energy coursing through his veins. He could feel it. This was what he had been made for.
