Post by Terrestrial on Apr 22, 2011 23:34:49 GMT -5
Ascending Fire 1,
*It was dawn on the first day of the new year, and that meant the time was perfect to celebrate. On the way into town a band of around twenty people began dancing, playing a lively tune, and raised their voices as they made their way through town away from the rising sun to chase away the darkness of Calibration. One woman led the troupe, her lithe, dancer's form alight in writhing flames. She swirled and swung swords that were also wreathed in flames, spinning, twirling, and tossing them with a master's prowess. Her legs moved her in bounds and leaps to the resounding, soul-reaching, primal beat of the drums while the troupe moved forward.
Expressions of elation, relief, and sheer joy were written across the face of each person in the group, despite that they were up at dawn. Their songs were of praises to the warriors of the world, the heroes who fought the darkness of Calibration and its demons and made way for the new year. They sang of new beginnings and fresh starts, of freedom and safety. The procession ended at the end of town with the sun high enough to maintain light on its own.
The others gave the flaming woman space as she began a silent dance of thanks, the only noise that of the crackling flames that licked her skin but didn't burn. With complicated twists and turns, she manipulated her body into half-flips and unusual acrobatic contortions, all the while hugging and releasing the mated pair of blades that flashed and glinted in their joined fiery light. The other people in the troupe stood and watched, keeping silent vigil as part of the performance. Despite it being a planned event, they seemed to take this as almost a spiritual thing, the reverence obvious in the air. When she was finished, the troupe all shot their hands in their air and shouted in unison*
Hail the new year! Hail!
*they then broke into lively chatter and congratulated each other on a successful performance. The woman from the end remained consumed in a fiery aura, but her swords went out and she put them in the sheaths given to her. No one tried to hug her, instead throwing strips of paper at her, where they instantly burned up and red-orange essence shot up to the sky. The people thanked her and she smiled*
You're welcome. I'm sure your prayers will be answered. Happy new year, everyone!
*It was dawn on the first day of the new year, and that meant the time was perfect to celebrate. On the way into town a band of around twenty people began dancing, playing a lively tune, and raised their voices as they made their way through town away from the rising sun to chase away the darkness of Calibration. One woman led the troupe, her lithe, dancer's form alight in writhing flames. She swirled and swung swords that were also wreathed in flames, spinning, twirling, and tossing them with a master's prowess. Her legs moved her in bounds and leaps to the resounding, soul-reaching, primal beat of the drums while the troupe moved forward.
Expressions of elation, relief, and sheer joy were written across the face of each person in the group, despite that they were up at dawn. Their songs were of praises to the warriors of the world, the heroes who fought the darkness of Calibration and its demons and made way for the new year. They sang of new beginnings and fresh starts, of freedom and safety. The procession ended at the end of town with the sun high enough to maintain light on its own.
The others gave the flaming woman space as she began a silent dance of thanks, the only noise that of the crackling flames that licked her skin but didn't burn. With complicated twists and turns, she manipulated her body into half-flips and unusual acrobatic contortions, all the while hugging and releasing the mated pair of blades that flashed and glinted in their joined fiery light. The other people in the troupe stood and watched, keeping silent vigil as part of the performance. Despite it being a planned event, they seemed to take this as almost a spiritual thing, the reverence obvious in the air. When she was finished, the troupe all shot their hands in their air and shouted in unison*
Hail the new year! Hail!
*they then broke into lively chatter and congratulated each other on a successful performance. The woman from the end remained consumed in a fiery aura, but her swords went out and she put them in the sheaths given to her. No one tried to hug her, instead throwing strips of paper at her, where they instantly burned up and red-orange essence shot up to the sky. The people thanked her and she smiled*
You're welcome. I'm sure your prayers will be answered. Happy new year, everyone!
