Desert Wind - A Diplomatic Invitation
#37 of Tik Tik in the Big City
In a desert satrapy, there is a dancer known as the Desert Wind. So famous is she that people from all over the world come to see her perform, but Elicia has bigger plans for this dancer, and the elf never lets her plans go to ruin.
This was originally a collaboration between Eelzart and myself. Kalin belongs to Eelzart and they did the artwork as well.
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The tiny lamps cast shadowy light across the room, obscuring the faces of the patrons. Yet, she knows that all of their eyes are upon the stage. She steps out, bare feet sliding across the smoothed stone floor. Tassels swirl through the air as she spins into position, the large ripples of vibrant colors expertly hide the dusky bare skin of her upper body in a practiced tease. No matter how much they wanted it, she won't show it off, because that is the nature of this first dance.
Many come from far and wide just to see Kalin dance, for they know her other favors come at a whim. But she isn't the only thing they are here for. The smoke rises up from the crowd, and she incorporates it into her moves, letting the herbs dance around with her, as an imaginary partner. The dance switches from a tease to that of a sensual display, as if she caresses the body of the very air itself.
The story, of course, continues, and the lovers have a falling out. Spinning around and landing onto her knees, Kalin drops the tassels, letting them fly off into the audience. Hungry merchants drop their pipes and grab the garments, no doubt for their own personal enjoyment later in the night. She smirks under her veil, her eyes getting a taste of the audience's reaction.
It's just a quick look, usually, but today, her eyes lock onto a particular sight.
A woman of fair skin sits in the back of the establishment, bringing to her lips the pipe. She crosses one leg over the other, long boots that go up to her knees squeeze against her skin, while her dress spreads to show off her thigh, displaying the lack of undergarments beneath. Those eyes of hers, like fiery amber, look casually towards the stage, her cheek resting upon her knuckles. Most interestingly, her pointed ears show off exactly what she is. Her eyes lock onto Kalin's and she smirks, giving her a quick nod.
The dancer's heart beats harder, and her wide grin spreads underneath that veil. She stands, her upper body on display for all to see. With the fluid motion, she picks up the hoop from the ground and twirls with it, slicing through her imaginary lover with deadly grace. The move ends with her holding the hoop with one hand, the weapon over her body and resting at her side. She glances back at the elf, and then proceeds to spin the bladed thing over her hips, her hands up in the air as her body undulates in the dangerous dance. One wrong move, and she'll cut her unprotected body.
She rolls backwards in a cartwheel, catching the hoop in one foot, leg high up in the air. She bends her back so far that she can see the audience, and more importantly, she can see her. While the others go for a standing ovation, the elf just stands up, brushing off her dress, and walks out of the exit, leaving a small slip of paper on the table.
Kalin finishes up her number, completing her three-sixty roll and standing upon her toes, her hands up in the air, her hoop hooking her arms together.
The performance ended, the dancer exits to the back to wash herself off and get ready for the rest of her night. Her personal bath is already drawn when she arrives, and she slips out of her clothes and into the water with the same elegance she displayed at the stage. She drops her veil to the ground and lowers herself into the water down to her nose.
Her eunuch enters into the bathing chamber with a bow of his head. "Oh, desert wind," the servant begins, "You have a personal request waiting for you."
Kalin lifts her leg, letting her hands massage her muscles a little as she listens, nodding for him to continue.
"A foreign ambassador has requested to see you for tonight. The cart that is to take you to the inn has already been prepared."
She quirks an eyebrow and continues to listen, bringing her leg back down and running her hands through her hair.
"Shall I decline the invitation? If I may say, it is quite bold to ask this of you after just arriving in the Satrapy."
Kalin pushes herself out of the water, the drops of liquid rolling off of her bronze body. The eunuch keeps his eyes upon her, knowing how much she enjoyed teasing, even if it did nothing for him.
She wraps herself in a towel and steps out of the bathing chamber, with only a quick confirmation. "I'll be there soon."
Time passes, more than was necessary to get dressed, but just enough to drag this on for the mysterious ambassador. She steps outside, dressed in an airy travel outfit, covering her hair and her mouth with robes, keeping the rest of her body delightfully hidden. When she steps out, another eunuch stands outside an elven-styled cart made of the finest woods the likes of which Kalin only seen in the Satrap's palace. It is no mere cart, but a noble's carriage, the kind foreigners love to tout around in and are completely unsuitable for the desert sands. She rolls her eyes but steps on inside, stopping as she sees the other passenger.
With a long smoking stick between her gloved fingers, the elf sitting in the far side of the carriage is the same one from before. She motions with that arm the seat across from her and finally speaks up. "They call you the Desert Wind because your moves are quite amazing. My name is Elicia, and I've come quite a long way just to speak with you tonight. Come, sit. We have much to discuss."
Kalin slides on into the seat across from Elicia, straight up in a defensive posture, should the elf try anything. The way she held herself shows much confidence. Kalin has to wonder if the ambassador knows of her 'other' pursuits. "I am here," the dancer says, shrugging slightly.