MM1-4A: I Will Truly Miss Your Company by zaqxsw

Poser • Fantasy • posted on Aug 18, 2018

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The Pushy Pixie, Velarsburg’s only tavern, was particularly raucous as the sun began to set, filling to capacity, and some, as farmers, foresters and visitors form out of town, who clearly stood out in the rough and tumble crowd, packed the place in anticipation of the evening’s entertainment, while Coran and Mistale did their level best to stay clear of the frequent brawls that seemed to erupt at random and quell themselves just as quickly. The companions had arrived in the frontier logging town a few hours past high sun, but just as they reached its outskirts, Rowan had announced with a regretful pout; “Here’s where I leave you. Although I was born here, and I still have kin here, I’m not comfortable with how this town has embraced the raping of my Lady’s forest. So, I spend as little time here as I can. I wish you well in your travels… and I will truly miss your company,” looking to Coran at the last bit with a wicked grin. “We will miss yours as well,” Mistale cooed, with a mixture of sorrow for her departure and amusement at her innuendo regarding Coran’s ‘company’, as she embraced the beautiful ranger. Then Coran took her place, embracing Rowan affectionately, as he offered with a sly smile; “It has been a true pleasure to be in your company… I sincerely hope we cross paths again someday.” With that, she turned away, heading for the nearby forest, leaving them to proceed into town where they secured a room at the only inn, the Old Stump, a more upscale establishment than one would expect in such a rustic setting and discovered that the Flametresses, a traveling troupe of dancers and priestesses of Sune would be performing that evening at the Pushy Pixie, the town’s only tavern. So, they found themselves awash in a turbulent sea of humanity that had flooded in to witness the spectacle. Mistale had fended off numerous advances from locals and visiting merchants alike, despite staying close to Coran, and was beginning to question the worth of seeing the Sunite’s performance, while he had more than a few of his own, the rejection of which nearly started a few brawls as jealous admirers of the rejected stepped in to defend her honor but settled for receiving her attentions instead. Then a deafening roar announced the arrival of the much anticipated Flametresses; a half dozen or so breathtakingly beautiful red-headed woman, who paraded onto the stage in scant outfits of translucent silk, which did almost nothing to conceal their magnificent feminine bodies. The band struck up a lively tune, with questionable skill, and the performance of well-coordinated, somewhat sensual dance began to rave applause, and more than a few bawdy comments shouted from the crowd. While most of the on lookers were more focused on the delightful display of tantalizing beauty, both Coran and Mistale noticed that one of the dancers was slightly out of sync with the others, missing a hand gesture here or a foot placement there, nothing that only the keenest of eyes would notice, but they did. “She must be a new recruit,” she commented, needing to practically shout into his ear to be heard over the crowd. “The seventh of seven,” he observed with an agreeing nod, noting that it was odd number for a dancing troupe. After a lengthy performance, which had the crowd captivated from start to finish, the dancers took a collective bow, during which seventh of their number was slightly off again, before prancing off the stage to a choir of regretful moans, cat calls and multiple requests for an encore, but none was given. Instead, a number of local dancers took the stage and thoroughly embarrassed themselves with crude attempts to duplicate some of the intricate moves of the Flametresses’ routine. In mere moments, the rowdy crowd resumed their pattern of random fights and drunken debauchery, prompting Coran and Mistale to head for the exit with as much haste as the tightly packed bodies would allow, making every effort not to become separated or insight any of the local who were looking for any excuse to start trouble.

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Kordouane

4:59AM | Sat, 18 August 2018

Marvellous creation

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