Mesnyi
You can lay words of love on a page
But you can’t lock her love in a cage
But you can’t lock her love in a cage
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he didn’t have to be familiar with a place to know how to hustle in it. A little information helped, yes, such as the attitude or certain customs, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Knowing Delumine like the back of her hoof meant she set up right in the center of Denocte’s Night Market with next to no concern for what might happen. Traveling there had been a pain; she might as well get something good out of it. With her she had brought her glass violin, a lacquered bowl into which she would collect her donations, and a few pieces of rather long silk, each from a different place she had visited. If there was something she could use, she would take it (purchase, preferably, but…)Mesnyi was rather lucky to have an instrument that could cut through a crowd with a note, but she didn’t think about it much anymore. It was sharp and sudden, enough to turn a few heads in the immediate vicinity, but it would be the visuals that captured the crowd. You had to get their attention first, in order for them to listen.
She had to be good. She still needed a place to stay tonight.
Performance came with its own anxieties, always, but good was her mediocre, so she worried about it as much as she did her self-playing violin.
Telekinesis aided greatly in her dances now; being so common in Novus meant she did not need to fear a magic trick in public. The scarves swam around her like silvery waves, parting to reveal The Unicorn, The One, The Most Beautiful, Most Benevolent, Most Mercurial…
And she danced.
People needed a little beauty in times like these, and oh, did they come. They watched, they paid, they ogled the violin and the mare alike. The mare watched back, ever searching for the right kind of man to bring her home these next few nights - or maybe even just this one. She liked to find him before she got tired, because she already knew what he would want, of course, there was no doubting it…one always had to pay for services rendered, some way or another.
"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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