Drabble: Dancing
A little drabble for my friend, featuring our characters.
"Left...right. Hip-swivel, snake-arms...or was it, left, right, snake arms and then the hip-swivel?" Mairead eyed the mirrored glass critically, studying her reflection in an intent manner as she attempted to mimic the dance moves she had been taught recently. It was a slow process, but it filled up the time when her men were on jobs and she was at home, and was a nice way to expend energy and keep calm at the same time.
It was an important thing for a hot-tempered mage like herself to keep that temper under control. Of course, at that moment she looked about as far from fiery as possible: she was white from the tips of her ears to the tips of her toes. With her light skin and bone white hair, she looked small and fragile. The white and gold of her costume played on that - and also showed a daring amount of flesh.
The costume was pretty, and Mairead enjoyed her pretty things. The skirt was a confection of pale cream mooncloth and was dotted with gold lace at the divisions, which showed off her long legs when she moved her hips just right. Anklets laden with tiny bells jangled as she moved, attempting to mimic the rhythm of the dance moves she had been taught. Her top was slightly less modest - a small but sturdy garment that pressed her breasts up and together, allowing her movement without fear of bouncing. It was a sensual costume that she was incredibly proud of.
Now, if only she could get the steps that were meant to show off the outfit right.
"Okay, let's try this again. Belly roll, walking shimmy, left hand, right hand..." Carefully she walked herself through each step, staring at the mirrored glass intently. Time had smoothed out the jolts, giving her rounded movements a graceful quality
"Left...right. Hip-swivel, snake-arms...or was it, left, right, snake arms and then the hip-swivel?" Mairead eyed the mirrored glass critically, studying her reflection in an intent manner as she attempted to mimic the dance moves she had been taught recently. It was a slow process, but it filled up the time when her men were on jobs and she was at home, and was a nice way to expend energy and keep calm at the same time.
It was an important thing for a hot-tempered mage like herself to keep that temper under control. Of course, at that moment she looked about as far from fiery as possible: she was white from the tips of her ears to the tips of her toes. With her light skin and bone white hair, she looked small and fragile. The white and gold of her costume played on that - and also showed a daring amount of flesh.
The costume was pretty, and Mairead enjoyed her pretty things. The skirt was a confection of pale cream mooncloth and was dotted with gold lace at the divisions, which showed off her long legs when she moved her hips just right. Anklets laden with tiny bells jangled as she moved, attempting to mimic the rhythm of the dance moves she had been taught. Her top was slightly less modest - a small but sturdy garment that pressed her breasts up and together, allowing her movement without fear of bouncing. It was a sensual costume that she was incredibly proud of.
Now, if only she could get the steps that were meant to show off the outfit right.
"Okay, let's try this again. Belly roll, walking shimmy, left hand, right hand..." Carefully she walked herself through each step, staring at the mirrored glass intently. Time had smoothed out the jolts, giving her rounded movements a graceful quality