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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 19:50:17 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for someone to come into view, a dark shadow of a man. Icy eyes studied him as she curled her arms tighter around her exposed stomach, though from his probing eyes she had the urge to cover her breasts as well. Felling much like his dark eyes were able to see right through the silky fabric. He didn’t say anything and the smirk on his face made her uneasy, but she was too fearful to turn her back on him to head back. To most a knight was a sign of protection, a sign of an honorable man…..Unless you were a druid. Her people followed no leadership so they were protected my no one and many guards/knights would take advantage of the simple fact that they would face no repercussions. She pursed her pale lips together, feeling the blood drain from her cheeks as a feeling of dread settled in her bones.
Eventually he spoke, though his words were anything but reassuring….He spoke of dangerous men, and she had a strong feeling he was one of them. The cat at her side hissed, turning at once and scampering back towards their current home. Mia’s blue eyes followed the feline for a moment before flickering back to the handsome yet menacing face of the man before her. Perhaps the cat knew something she did not.
“I…”
She began before biting her lip when the words jumbled in her skull. It was hard enough for her to converse with men…even kindly ones. So to speak with someone that seemed to be the exact opposite of a heroic knight was unnerving at best.
“I should be going.”
She finished quickly, making the decision to turn. Bracelets and bells jingled as she turned about, forcing herself to walk away from the dark knight….it was a fast walk…but a walk. She didn’t want to show him her fear…but she also didn’t want to see just what the cat had sensed from him and ran. Bare foot moved swiftly over the trodden path, curly locks blowing behind her as she propelled herself forward. Ears straining to hear if the strange man had decided to follow.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 19:14:49 GMT -5
It seemed like nothing was working out right in the life of young Mia lately. First a castle guard had manhandled her…then some drunk bastard threatened to turn her in for sorcery (from which she was innocent) and now her father had given her a rough slap on the cheek. She chewed her bottom lip as she moved along the forest path, rubbing the still smarting mark on her cheek. You say one thing to the man and he went off the handle…but he never was good at controlling his temper, Mia wasn’t a child any more and was coming into her own. She had mentioned leaving the caravan to strike out on her own, something practically unheard of among her people. And he had taken it as a personal insult.
Mia decided to take a walk until things cooled down, her only companion a heavily pregnant cat that had been living with her family as of late. The obsidian creature looked up at Mia with golden eyes as it waddled along beside her.
“Yea….I know it was a bad idea…”
The understanding cat meowed. A strong breeze blew Mia’s long curly locks in a whirlwind around her. She clutched her arms around her exposed stomach as the biting wind struck home. With each step bells and its of metal jangled on her person. She was still wearing her uniform from the prior nights performance. It was early morning now and she was beginning to feel the ache in her legs from her long excursion. With a sigh she looked down at the large cat.
“I guess I should just go back and face him….”
Another meow. Mia was about to turn around when the sound of twigs breaking made her breath catch. Icy blue eyes shifting to a bend in the road where movement stirred the early morning silence.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 15:37:36 GMT -5
A soft voice pulled Mia from her thoughts, with water still dripping from her face she turned to see a cloaked figure. At first her alarm bells were ringing but then she calmed herself with the fact that this was a female visitor, and not a risk to her virtue.
“Why…thank you.”
Mia said slowly, as she stood the many bits of metal and bells jingled on her form. In the bit of light that evening still provided it was impossible to see the strangers face. But even from this distance it was easy to see that it was no simple peasant addressing her…No their was an air of poise and dignity that seemed to follow the hooded maiden…Though she couldn’t be sure what her true position of power would be. It wasn’t often a common druid was treated well by anyone with a bit of money in their purse, so although Mia was skeptical of this strangers motives she decided to try to be cordial….which wouldn’t be that hard really…she was horrible at being cruel.
Nervous fingers worked at the curls in her hair, icy eyes casting to the earth so that she would not seem petulant by trying to see the strangers face.
“I didn’t see you in the crowd….but in comparison to some of those men you would be easily hidden…did you just arrive?”
It was an innocent question, not really a probing one. But she still worried that the maiden would find her rude. Nervously Mia chewed her lip, her blue eyes casting towards the circle of caravans as a chorus of laughter erupted.
“I’m Mia…Mia Fallabella.”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 2, 2011 21:03:01 GMT -5
He seemed so optimistic about everything, excited about life. It was contagious. When he explained why he loved dance all she could do was not, not sure what to say. A grin seemingly plastered on her face. But when it came to her invitation she had not expected such an enthusiastic reply. Her shoulders jerked with surprise and she shifted to peek up at him with icy blue eyes. An honor ? No one had treated her dancing with a word so highly esteemed. Like a beggar on a street corner she was at the will and whim of the audience, would she have food that night? Would her family? So for someone to treat her dance as an actual gift made her feel incredibly happy…No…that wasn’t the word for it. Special….
The jangling of coins caught her attention, she watched as he counted his funds. Frowning all the while. She had invited him to come as a guest…her guest. For him to think he had to pay for something she had invited him to…It left a bad taste in her mouth. When he offered to earn some coins just so that he could pay her she quickly shook her head. Biting her lip as she tried to find the right words. She didn’t want it to sound like that kind of an invitation, like she was offering him something more than to watch her dance. But she also didn’t want him to feel like a common patron.
“ Oh…no, I didn’t expect you to pay me!
She paused for a moment, thinking about how her father would possibly react to her inviting someone to a show for free….But maybe Keagan could help them? He said he was a story teller….maybe he would join in on their act and help them earn a few extra coins? It could help him as well, they usually brought in quite a large audience. In a feline like movement Mia was one her feet, grasping for Keagan’s hands in her excitement.
“What if you performed with us? Then you could see me dance….and I could hear you tell stories, and we could both earn some coins!”
It seemed like such a wonderful idea. But that was only if Keagan agreed. As if just realizing that she had grasp his hands she quickly took a step back away from him, looking down at her feet with embarrassment.
“Oh, I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have…”
She was silent for a few moments, feeling her cheeks burn. But eventually his deep voice broke the silence. And she was thankful for the break in tension.
“Yes, well it just a tiny village really…just to the east of the city of Camelot.”
They had to be careful about where they performed as not everyone was accepting of their way of life, often cast guards were among those people. And more than once she had seen nomads beaten for no obvious reason other than just being druid. Mia pursed her lips together as the dark thoughts fluttered through her mind. But with a physical shake of her skull she dispersed the thoughts.
“So…..what do you say Keagan?”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 2, 2011 20:41:04 GMT -5
He pulled her so close she could feel the heat of his breath on his face, his pungent breath nearly making her gag. She closed her eyes against his burning breath, her mind churning with possibilities…The likliehood of her father arriving her was practically nil, and most everyone from the caravan was careful to keep themselves isolated from the normal population. As apparently she should have been. Squeezing her eyes together she was able to keep the tears from running but that didn’t stop the pain of having a brute pull your hair.
‘Come on, man, you’re drunk, you don’t speak with your right mind. Look at her… skin and bones, already flinching from your hands. Is that how a witch looks like? Come on!’
A deep voice interrupted her frantic thoughts, followed by a slight reprieve from the pulling on her hair. The burly man turned to face the younger man, scowling as his dark eyes fell on the slender and fit fellow. Dark eyes swiveled back to look at his captive, her hair still wrapped around his fist like a lead rope. Normally he was not a man to let things go so easily, to be talked down. But in his drunken state he was strangely easy to mold. He hesitated for a moment, sluggish thoughts turning in his head as he stared into her fearful blue eyes…
‘Ah….’
He grumbled, dislodging his hand from her hair rather roughly. Mia yelped, a few strands of curly hair fell to the table before her. The large man gave up his plight, whether it was because he actually believed the young fellows reasoning’s or was just to drunk to argue he stumbled from his chair and made his way back over to his table. Laughing as if he had just heard a hilarious joke.
Mia was not in as swell of a mood, gingerly she pushed the frazzled strands of hair behind her ear. She chanced a look at her savior, surprised to see a very handsome man had been the voice of reason. He seemed to resonate confidence, the exact opposite of the meek creature nursing her wounds.
“I…..thank you.”
She said softly, pushing her chair back from the table and escaping through the tavern door all with one catlike movement. Once outside she collapsed against one of the aging walls. Sinking until she was sitting on the cool night earth, her arms wrapped around her knees as she tried to calm her rapid breathing. Between gasping breaths she would cough, finally forcing the tears to come forth. She was not a strong person, she never pretended to be. She had heard of women that could wield a sword as good as any man, face down danger like it was nothing…but she was not one of them. Thin fingers rubbed her face, smudging tears with paint. Terrified at what might have happened to her had she been turned in….There wasn’t exactly a test or anything….if you were accused it was practically a death sentence. But she had been saved by the voice of reason. And she didn’t even know his name. Finally the fearful tears stopped and she wiped her face with the back of her hands, leaving smudges of paint behind.
“Damn it….”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 2, 2011 19:07:29 GMT -5
It was fun to watch him fumble for words, eventually saying that he was sure she was great at dancing. It was an odd thing to say…because he had never seen her dance, or at least she assumed he had not. She didn’t remember his finely boned face from any firelight…She pressed her lips together watching him with wary eyes, many times Mia had been referenced as a deer. Fleeting and unobtainable…..Keagan brought that picture to her mind. He seemed nervous and flighty like a prey creature….Unlike many men who acted like predators, looking for another trophy to hang on their wall. It was oddly comforting to talk with him….like he was a kindred spirit perhaps?
His face deepened in color that was strangely attractive, like a young boy who had just been chastened. His question made her look at him in surprise…..did she get nervous? Of course she got nervous! Though she could understand his confusion…most gypsy dancers seemed rather comfortable in their own skin, sure of themselves, knowing that they were simply stunning. But Mia was not one of them. She was constantly questioning if her legs were to long, her face too thin, her lips too full, her personality too plain.
“Ah…but you just met me Keagan…”
She said softly, running her fingers across the rough surface of the bark beneath her. Wait…did he just say he was a story teller? He almost seemed to belittle the fact that he could weave stories out of the air, that he could entertain the masses with something as simple with words. No special effects or barely clad women needed.
“You’re a story teller?….”
She swiveled on the log until she was facing him, her long legs curling beneath her Indian style as she leaned forward on her elbows. It was often that story tellers would join their little caravan though they always seemed anxious to move on. Being a performer herself it was rare that she was ever able to really listen to their stories. But she found them to be something valuable. It was no secret that gypsies revered magic, and to Mia this was a magic all by itself.
“Your so lucky! I wish I could entertain people with stories….something that would be remembered and passed down to their children…No one is telling their child about the dancer they saw the other night at a bonfire. “
She smiled slightly though her words held a hint of sadness. Her gift was a fleeting one, when she grew old she would no longer be able to support herself. And she wondered if she would still be held by the guilt that pulled her to her family now. Feeling obligated to stay with them and help them earn coins despite the repercussions it might have on her own life.
His response to her simple statement came so quickly that she jerked. So she was a creature….no she was a tame thing? Ummm…Blue eyes shifted from his face down to the tree bark, studying it as if it were the most interesting thing she had ever seen. She had not meant to put him in such a spot. She sounded like she was begging for praise.
“..I”
Beautiful….’
Her mouth fell open a bit, watching as Keagan quickly jumped to his feet. It was the first time she had heard such a compliment from a young man….someone moderately close to her own age. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Red burned on her cheeks and she let her long hair fall around her like a veil.
“…..would you like to come to the show tonight?”
She ask softly, careful to keep her blue eyes trained on the fallen tree.
“It starts at dusk….you don’t have to pay or anything, I dance for tips..”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 2, 2011 16:18:47 GMT -5
Her lips curled into a smile as Keagan, wait Tom…..Keagan Tom continued his nervous ramblings. Eventually a girlish giggle bubbled from her chest which she quickly capped by placing a hand over her mouth. Maybe it was cruel of her to make that little remark…..he did seem rather overwhelmed at the moment. She had not responded to his earlier bidding about her ‘performance’ but she eventually relented. Looking down at her lap she twisted her fingers nervously, men always had this effect on her. Instead of sounding intelligent she ended up looking like an idiot. A silent idiot. With a single nail she scratched at a freckle on her arm, not looking up at Keagan when she spoke.
“…to answer your question….I dance, I am here with a caravan.”
Movement made Mia look up, noticing Keagan who was actually quite tall moving to sit on the tree beside her. Mia pulled her knees up to her chest, letting her arms wrap around them and settling her chin atop. And then Keagan once again blasted into a nervous explanation….at first she was offended. Worry lines popping up on her forehead as she looked away from him and out across the small lake. But then as she continued to ramble she could tell that he was trying in some weird way to compliment her….or if nothing else he hadn’t meant to insult her. She shifted her blue eyes so that she could see him from the corner of her eye. A tiny smile tugging at her lips….he was cute…in a way. He wasn’t like most men she ran into…not that she really had a chance to get to know very many. Her father kept tabs on her most of the time. She tilted her head so that she could better see Keagan, her mane of hair cascading down her knees.
“I think your more nervous than I am Keagan….and that’s unusual.”
Her tone was light but her face was stoic with thought. Realizing that she was being rude she quickly backpedaled.
“What about you?…I mean……you know what I do…but what about you?”
Smooth….real smooth. She looked away from him, feeling her cheeks warm. Using a hand to brush a few stray curls from her face she felt the drying bits of mud. Inwardly she groaned, feeling embarrassed she quickly began running her fingers through the dirty strands. Feeling her eyes water as frustrated tears sprang forth. Blinking rapidly to hide her tears she finally pulled the last bit of dirt from her hair…or at least all she could feel. She pinched her lips beneath her teeth as she tried to figure out something a refined lady would say. Something that would make her sound interesting, but nothing came to mind and with a sigh she dusted bits of dirt from her silvery gown.
“You must think me some wild creature…”
The words came before she could stop herself. It would explain why he was staring at her though…covered in mud with old paint stains on her skin she was definitely not looking her best.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 2, 2011 12:55:54 GMT -5
It seemed that Mia was not the only one at a loss for words. Her brows wrinkled as she waited for his answer, several times he started to answer her before going silent. It wasn’t like her to be so forthcoming….so pushy. And the more she watched him squirm the more uncomfortable she felt.
‘What performance?’
Her comment had been a completely sarcastic one so for him to ask a question was like a kick in the shin….She was being such an ass….after all the poor guy had not seen anything…maybe he was just the cautious type like she was. At least she should give him the benefit of the doubt. Pink lips parted but before she could speak he was spewing words. Nervous words that made little to no sense to the young nomad. He was awfully nervous to be innocent….
“..just..forget about it.”
She sighed. Spotting one of her red ribbons on the ground she knelt to pick it up. Running her fingers over its mud crusted surface she moved to shake it in the water like a snake until the material was moderately clean. Then she lifted her gown just enough to tie the wet ribbon around her ankle with the others and rose back to her full height. Curious blue eyes studied the stranger for a few moments longer, she wasn’t really getting a dangerous vibe from this fellow…But she had been wrong before. She glanced back up the hill she had climbed down, wondering what her family was doing….Probably preparing for the next show like always. The thought of conversing with someone outside the caravan was exciting, but this man seemed to be a nomad like herself….From his simple garb, but she could be wrong, she had been before.
She chewed on the nail of her thumb for a moment as she stared at him, all the innocence of a child bright in her blue eyes. Finally he came to the decision that his company would be better than none….even if he did seem to be a peeping tom.
“You have a name?….”
She ask slowly, rolling the words over her tongue. Her accent was a bit rough but her voice was soft and sweet. Even so it was the first time she had addressed this stranger in such a tone. Blue eyes traveled around her until she found a fallen tree. With the agility of a nymph she pulled herself up onto the rough bark, curling her long legs beneath her.
“I hear Tom is common….”
A hesitant smile pulled at her lips, wondering what his response would be. He seemed to be harmless enough…nervous, but harmless. And she hoped her intuition would not fail her. She waited a few minutes, letting the question settle between them before she lightly patted the tree.
“….you don’t look like one of the villagers…”
It was a statement, but she hoped he would fill in the blanks. Looking down at her feet she realized that he must think her some sort of wild thing, barefoot and muddy as she nearly always was. Nibbling on her lip she pulled her feet to her, attempting to discretly brush the drying mud away…..She would never be one of those refined maidens…the ones who always seemed clean and refined no matter their circumstance. Feeling her cheeks redden as she pondered her own appearance in comparison to some of the pretty women she had seen in her travels Mia used her fingers to push a lock of curls behind her ear. Not noticing that she speared a bit of mud in her hair when she did so.
“I’m Mia….”
She said softly, keeping her gaze on her own lap. Shyness consuming her.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 1, 2011 17:55:47 GMT -5
It seemed that forever passed in those few moments, Mia’s tried to steady her breathing but she was still able to hear herself gasping for air. And then crash! Her head jerked in the direction of sound, curls falling around her bare shoulders. Icy eyes searching out….a young man? He seemed positively stunned and scrambled to his feet with the agility of a cat. Mia slowly stood, feeling that there was no use in hiding now for from the look on his face he had already noticed her.
‘I wasn’t looking!’
His voice was so loud and unexpected that her shoulders jerked with surprise. Surely this wasn’t the type of man her father was worried about….wait….wasn’t looking?…So he had been watching her? What did he think she was about to do? Bathe?
“Oh..my..gosh..”
Each word fell like a stone from her pretty mouth, a deep crimson flooding to her cheeks…How long had he been hiding there? Sure she had not revealed anything but the thought that someone was watching her when she thought she was alone, during her private moments was more than a little unnerving. She took a step back, her bare foot sinking into the wet bank nearly to her ankle.
“You-you…”
She stammered, shaking her head as the words jumbled in her mind. She was never the flirtatious type….or even the witty one that could throw comments like daggers. No…she was the meek one. And being in a predicament like this one was completely out of her comfort zone, she had no idea what to say. She wasn’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment but she began to tremble, so she wrapped her slender arms around her stomach to try and hide her nerves. Finally after several silent moments without any occurrence she pushed earthy waves back from her face. Settling her icy eyes on the intruders face…which was actually not bad looking, before she lost her nerve and shifted her eyes to his feet.
“Well then what were you doing?”
She said as loudly as she dared, her brow wrinkling.
“Bird watching? If your that desperate for entertainment sir our performance is a dusk…”
Her words were cold, though not as full of malice as she would have liked. She never was good at being angry…she gave in to her conscience too easily. Nibbling her bottom lip she looked much like the child who had just been scolded. It was hard not to turn and run back to her family as was her first reaction. But she felt that she deserved an answer…after all what if she had decided to bathe? If he really wasn’t looking he should have no problem coming up with a good excuse.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 1, 2011 17:33:41 GMT -5
Mia waited anxiously for Brynn’s answer, twirling a long lock of hair around her fingers nervously. And then almost as if something or someone forced her to say it Brynn agreed. A broad smile showed the dimples in Mia’s cheeks, oh this would be so much fun! But then just as she parted her soft lips to speak worry seemed to invade the other maiden’s mind.
“Oh no, don’t worry about that! We don’t dance any certain way, we dance to the rhythm inside us, you would never embarrass my family!”
Briefly her mind fluttered to her judgmental father, he never trusted anyone outside of the family. Especially someone who wasn’t a druid. But with a bit of work she could make Brynn blend in….that is if her friend would cooperate…While her thoughts ran wild Mia ran her fingers down the piercing in her ear, interrupted as Brynn voiced her concern about her family. For a moment Mia felt angry….it was a gift she was offering this girl….to join her in a glorious experience….But they were from totally different worlds….she couldn’t expect that their parents would like the traditions of one another. With a small smile she shook her head, her necklaces jangling with the movement.
“No worries, no one will even know its you. I have a mask I wear sometimes, it will cover most of your face so no one should be able to recognize you!”
It was amazing how quickly it all seemed to be falling into place, what a plan they had hatched.
“Of course its worth it…and what do you have to lose? If you don’t like it you go home with your family none the wiser, if you do enjoy it however you will feel alive like you never have before. You will feel the strength of the fire blazing through you body, the midnight air caressing your bare skin, oh you will love it Byrnn!”
Without another thought Mia was attempting to give her new friend a hug. Long arms curling around her slender frame before Mia was off and running towards the caravan.
“Meet me here at dusk!”
She yelled, her long gown billowing behind her like a cloud.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 28, 2011 22:03:32 GMT -5
Another night, another dance, another group of grabby perverts that always had a way of ruining her good mood. It was late at night, probably closer to early morning that anything. Mia sat at a table alone in a corner, a nearly empty glass of brown liquid before her on the aging wood table. She ran a single slender finger around and around the rim of the glass replaying the nights events in her mind. The small town had not been as welcoming as her family had hoped. Even while setting up their caravans for the evening and building fires they were receiving uncomfortable looks and even a few glares…It was obvious this town did not welcome them though Mia wasn’t sure why. So things had proceeded as planned….her father played his fiddle, a young boy who she was not acquainted with tapped a makeshift drum, and Mia danced gloriously before a roaring fire. The tiny bits of shiny rock glittered as she slung them into the fire, a series of loud cracks bringing the crowd to their feet. It was the grand finale…but here instead of laughter and clapping the gypsies were treated with cautious looks. No coins fell for their hard earned work, Mia’s father plodded off in a huff. And meek Mia went to the only place she could think of to calm her nerves…the pub.
She had to use two hands to lift the heavy glass to her lips, sipping gingerly at the pungent liquid inside. It smelled foul, she had ask for ale…but this was a variety she was not accustomed to…or even liked. But it served the purpose and after her second glass she was starting to feel a pleasant buzz. She was still dressed in her costume that looked very much like that of a belly dancer and her eyes were rimmed by painted butterfly wings. Various bracelets and trinkets jingled with each slight shift of her frame. So obviously she stood out among the common patrons of the bar, and it wasn’t long before one of the men from her earlier performance sidled over to her small table. He was a large fellow with a beard that could use a good trim. He practically fell into the wooden chair across from her. His drink splashing out onto the table as he leaned forward on his elbows to glare at her.
Mia wasn’t the confrontational type, and was rather nervous around men in general because of her fathers tales. But even she could tell that this was going to be no friendly chat. With a hairy arm he wiped foam from his lip, menacing dark eyes peering down at the young nomad.
‘At the fire…..you did magic didn’t you?’
It wasn’t an accusation to be taken lightly…not this day and age. Just being suspected of sorcery could get you into some seriously hot water….and here this fellow was throwing his words around like darts. Ma’s icy eyes flickered down at the table, curling her fingers around her glass until her knuckles turned white. She had always heard you could never reason with a drunk….and she wasn’t in her cleared frame of mind herself anyway.
“…no….they were polished rocks…”
She said quietly, feeling that her fathers wrath at his act being ruined was far less severe than what this man could dish out.
“….when rocks are heated they will crack, that was the sound you heard. “
She was surpsied that she was able to string her thoughts together as well as she could…her tongue felt heavy with drink. Her reaction time was slow and she didn’t even see the large hand reaching across the table until it was too late. Quickly he wrapped a long lock of her curly hair around his wrist…to the other patrons it would look like he was just admiring her hair….possibly even flirting. But Mia could see the glint in his eye, smell the alcohol on his breath, and feel the pain as he jerked her hair like a rope.
‘You think I’m stupid or something? Nah….I am going to turn you in and get my reward, thinking you can fool me with some stupid story about rocks!’
He gave her hair a hard tug that brought Mia’s chin nearly to the table. She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes but knew she was no match for the burly bastard….Now if she really was magic she could have taken him….But her magic was nothing but a party trick. She pursed her painted lips together, icy eyes narrowing as she tried to hide the fear bubbling in her chest.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 28, 2011 20:27:11 GMT -5
Mia’s body jerked when the suddenly excited Brynn exclaimed and moved forward on her makeshift chair. So she liked to dance? What a relief! Now at least they had something in common! But Mia’s happy smile soon vanished when Brynn began explaining what she loved about dancing….and it was not the kind Mia was accustomed to.
“Oh…”
She said softly, peering up at Brynn with worried eyes. But then everything seemed to come together for the goose maiden…very quickly. Mia nodded slowly and turned away to look at the geese, once again feeling the heat in her cheeks. A single lock of curly hair tickled at her face, with a tired sigh she pushed it behind her earring filled ear. Turning to see Brynn in the same movement. But once again the girl was full of excitement, this time stating how she loved to dance around the fire. Now this type of dancing Mia could relate to. With a smile she nodded, propping her elbows on her knees and settling her chin down on her arms
Then even as she stared, mystified by this girl who seemed so different yet could still understand the freedom, the thrill of dancing around a flickering fire. An idea came into her head, she nearly gasp she was so excited by the thought.
“You should dance with me!”
She said suddenly, rising to her feet as if she couldn’t keep her excitement bottled inside.
“Tonight we are performing….I have an extra costume! It might be a bit loose but I think we could make it work! Oh you would love it Brynn!”
To think that she could share her joy with someone else was exhilarating. The pretty maiden was quickly on her feet as two geese began pecking at one another, seemingly knowing them by name. Mia chewed on her bottom lip, settling back down on her little seat. Mia had others perform with her before, but she had never actually introduced anyone to it. And the thought of bringing pretty dignified Brynn into her world…even if for just one night, was exciting.
“So…..what do you think Brynn?…..I mean we couldn’t pay you, things are tight for us….but if you enjoy dancing you would love performing! Its thrilling…and afterwards you will feel so giddy and drunk!”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 28, 2011 15:25:15 GMT -5
At first it seemed like she had made a mistake, running into the same prejudice she often encountered with the women villagers. Because of her dancing and her apparel when doing so she was thought to be a harlot, when only the opposite was true. This girl as well seemed to have that judgmental glint in her pretty eyes and did not respond at first to Mia’s statement. But eventually the girl provided a question of her own….more of a statement really. And Mia couldn’t help but smile at the irony of it. She had ask a dumb question….and got one in return, eye for an eye. Finally a warm smile crossed the strangers face, an apology spouting from her lips for the actions of her gaggle. Mia nodded slightly to show that she understood. Her blue eyes searched around her for a few moments until she found a rock peaking from the earth, just large enough to keep her from touching the ground. Folding her long body onto the rock Mia wrapped her arms around her knees, long tresses dusting the ground around her like a protective bubble of sorts.
So Brynn was a goose maiden…no wait….the official goose maiden, that made sense…but not being a normal citizen she knew not the responsibilities that Brynn faced…..but she assumed they were something like that of a shepherd….except with geese. Glad that the exchange had taken a lighter turn Mia was quick to introduce herself as well.
“Ah….it’s a pleasure to meet you Brynn!”
She said brightly, her voice slightly hoarse but not totally unpleasant. She was trying to be a cordial as she could…it wasn’t often that she associated with people outside of the caravan and their greetings were anything but cordial. Often accompanied with a string of name calling and a guffaw of laughter, though the felt Byrnn probably wouldn’t appreciate such a hello.
“I am Mia…….I…dance.”
She smiled slightly, feeling a bit of blood rush to her cheeks at the comparison of their two lifestyles. Where Byrnn was beautiful, poised, dignified, and clean. Mia was exotic, wild, carefree, and dirty. But there was something intriguing about the other side and this being one of the only times she had a chance to explore it she was going to take advantage of it. Shyly Mia used her sleeve to rub at the previous nights paint that still clung in flecks on her face. Thinking that the pretty girl before her would never be seen so…so….carefree?
Feeling questions bubble in her chest Mia turned her curious eyes on the geese, watching with interest at the white clad creatures stalked about like predators though they were so obviously prey. Mia had heard that geese could be used like watch dogs, they would let you know when a stranger was about. But with her way of life there were always strangers about and squawking birds would just get in the way.
“So….you watch these geese all day?”
She ask with the curiosity of a child, turning her blue eyes back on the official goose maiden. How boring would that be? Watching these things waddle around all day…and hearing their annoying sounds. The skin between Mia’s eyes wrinkled as she imagined such a prospect, deciding that despite its drawbacks she would dance for money any day over watching geese.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 27, 2011 12:53:53 GMT -5
She was still stumbling/being dragged by the guard when suddenly a flash of silver caught her eye. All at once the painful grip around her wrist was gone. She stumbled back but was able to regain her balance before she fell. The not so friendly guard was laying on the ground, chubby first curled around his obviously broken nose. Mia’s eyes followed the tip of the sword up to its wielder, surprised to see a well clad night had been her rescuer. And then the activity around them seemed to explode. Guards she had not noticed before came from all directions, seemingly at the bidding of the knight they grasp the deviant beneath his arms and began dragging him away.
The handsome knights deep voice followed him, but what he said was shocking to the young Mia….She had never heard of any servant of the king being held for his crimes against a nomad like herself….It went against everything her father had always said….But still it was welcome to see…Thinking that the incident was over she looked down at her injured wrist, feeling the sting as rivulets of blood began to work their way through the tiny cuts in her skin. It wasn’t a bad injury…just a flesh wound…but it still hurt. She pressed her lips together and used her other hand to slip the bracelet from her wrist. Curling her long fingers around the tiny wounds to stop the bleeding. She had not expected the knight to acknowledge her….she considered herself lucky that he had even noticed her plight. She was staring at the blood beginning to seep between her fingers when a deep voice brought her back to reality….The man had not moved any closer which was why she thought he had left her be.
‘Don’t be afraid, everything’s fine now. I am Sir Gwaine, I am a knight of Camelot. And that guard will never see the light of day if I were to have it my way.’
Mia took a step back, the only man that had ever taken up for her had been her father….And here this stranger…this Knight had saved her from unthinkable horrors. As if remembering what nearly happened Mia’s gaze swept to the small shed, the knot in her throat growing until it was almost painful to breath.
“T-Thank you.”
She managed, at last letting her eyes fall on her saviors face…and what a face it was. He looked a bit ruff around the edges, with brown hair that kissed his shoulders, and the apparel of a knight…The first she had ever seen up close. A spasm of pain made her shoulders jerk, looking down she could see that the blood was now seeping through her fingers with relative ease….Damn bracelet….
“I-You…”
She was so out of place here…she didn’t even know how she should address a knight….or if she was allowed to speak with him at all….All she had wanted was a swatch of material for a new gown…and all this mess had happened.
“I’m sorry….I shouldn’t be here.”
She turned on her heel, fingers still firmly curled around her wrist as she began to shuffle towards the exit. Bits of metal and jewelry on her costume jingled with her unusual walk, unable to swing her shoulders she was moving rather stiffly….but she feared releasing her wrist before she had something to tie around it would be a mistake. She wanted to thank the handsome knight…but not only was she unaccustomed to associating with men of his status but men at all for that matter. For a gypsy her life had been very sheltered….and she was not the normal flirtatious vivacious dancer….no….she was much more meek.
Long brown curls billowed behind her as she moved through the large gates, nervously glancing at the guards who didn’t so much as give her a second glance….Apparently not all of them were perverts…. She didn’t look over her shoulder to see if the knight who called himself Sir Gwaine was following her…he had no need to so the thought had never crossed her innocent mind.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 27, 2011 12:21:58 GMT -5
Mia was at peace, long elegant arms stretched above her head in a graceful arc. Fingers interlacing as her head leaned back with pleasure, long locks of hair rolling down her shoulders and covering her naked torso. The water was cool but not too cold…perfect was the word for it. Small water lilies floated by gently in the current and then the sound of….geese? Icy blue eyes parted as once again the loud squawking of a goose pulled her from her slumber. Her young sister was curled in her arms, a tiny drop of spit rolling from her pale lips to the silky crimson pillow they shared. With a slight smile Mia slipped from beneath the cover they shared, casting a glace to the sleeping bodies father above them. Her fathers large form was still snoring happily, her mother making tiny mumbling sounds in her sleep. As nomads they had few chores to rise early for….the mules were really the only animals they had to care for. The small black cat that lived with them fed herself. She was large with kittens and despite her fathers annoyance that they would be lacking a good mouse catcher for a few weeks Mia was excited to see the tiny kittens.
The heavily pregnant cat did not stir as she made her way over the wooden boards at the back of the trailer. No one else seemed to be awake….apparently able to sleep through the unwelcome sounds of domesticated birds. Mia pulled her shawl closer around her body, feeling her bare feet tingle from the cold that still lingered in the cool morning earth. Blue eyes hazily searched the surrounding meadow for the birds, having every intention of chasing them away so she could return to her warm bed…That was until her eyes fell on the woman who was most obviously their caretaker. She was perched atop a lump of hay, gazing at the caravans like they were some sort of foreign bodies or something. It was unsettling. Mia felt the skin between her brows wrinkle with agitation. Last night had been her fire dance….something that was always performed under the darkest of skies…which was very late at night. She had hoped to catch up on her sleep this morning….but apparently this maiden had other ideas.
Pulling her long curly hair over one shoulder Mia slowly began to move towards the pretty visitor. Her eyes flickered to the cackling geese, wrinkling her nose. It didn’t take long for Mia to reach her, she stopped a few feet away pulling her shawl even tighter around her bodice like a shield. Was this girl from Camelot? It must have been so….for they were not far from the city gates….it seemed that Mia was indeed the one encroaching on her turf….as she already had a stall of sorts where her geese were gathered.
She paused before the prostate maiden, subconsciously rubbing a dirty foot against the back of her other leg.
“That’s quite a wake up call….”
She said softly, her voice still a bit crackly from the cold wind of the previous night.
“I take it your from Camelot?”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 27, 2011 7:42:03 GMT -5
So here she was….the city of Camelot itself. It was larger than she had expected. With bare feet she moved through the large open doors, glancing at the guards that watched everyone that entered. What were they looking for? She wondered. Her mission today was simple. Her sleep dress had been tattered in her recent endeavor through the woods. Bits of shiny fabric were now tacked to the outside of her family’s caravan like scales on a fish. Glittering with each turn of the sun. But she couldn’t very well sleep in her skimpy outfits that she wore for her performances….Well she could…but it would be rather uncomfortable. Begrudgingly her father had dropped a few old coins into her hand, curling her thin fingers closed over them. They would not come to the city…..Like many nomads her family felt they had no king….thus no protection from the brutality of guards. Her aging father had a large scar across his face to prove the point….he would not accompany her.
Bare feet moved slowly on the rocky earth beneath her. Horse drawn carts and peasants from the surrounding villages moved all around her, here in an effort to sell their hard earned wares. Clad in her jangling, colorful, revealing outfit she did anything but blend in with the utterly poor crowd…and she knew it. Icy eyes searched for a stand with some simple sort of material she might buy….she was so unnerved by now that she could care less if she slept in a potato sack. A nearby drunkard tossed some wine as he was hauled outside the city gates by two large burly guards, gasping as the purplish liquid fell on her costume Mia quickly began trying to brush the liquid away….Knowing it to be a useless gesture. She blinked back tears as the feelings of being overwhelmed bubbled, chewing her lip nervously. Deciding that she would just return to her family and count her losses Mia turned on her heel to exit the city, right into a very large and imposing guard. Malice glittered in his dark eyes as he curled his gloved fingers around her thin wrist, crushing her bracelets into her delicate skin. She gasp, her body going rigid as she forced herself as far away from the guard as she could go in her current position.
“What have we here?…..”
His slurred voice was gruff and smelled pungent when he leaned towards her. Mia shook her head, curly locks danced across her shoulders as she looked for an avenue of escape…a friendly face…anything.
“I-I….”
She stammered, wincing when his grip closed tighter around her flesh, feeling the tiny shiny bits of metal bite as her own jewelry turned against her. What should she say? He didn’t seem to want the truth…no…there were things much more sinister on this hulking mans mind. Her grinned, showing the brown nubs that had once been teeth.
“…We don’t want any trouble in the city you see…I think I should escort you out myself…”
But instead of leading her to the gate he began pulling her towards a small shed like building. It was strange how no one seemed to notice or rather care about the guard dragging a helpless gypsy through the city. She knew better than to make a scene….that would only anger him. But even a meek creature like herself had no desire to be harmed….or deflowered by such an man for that matter. Bare heels dug into the hard earth, a slight whimpering noise slipping from between her pale pink lips. Her father had been right…..the city was nothing but trouble….and she was about to see the worst kind of it.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 26, 2011 10:59:07 GMT -5
It was a strange day indeed. Mia’s father was bedridden with a cold…her mother nervously at his side with a cool cloth against his sweaty skull. Instead of being a good daughter like anyone would expect and offering to watch her little sis, Mia took this chance to escape the clutches of her family a while. Bare feet carried her slowly and silently through the woods, the loose silver gown she had slept in billowing in the strong breeze. The morning air was cold and nipped at Mia’s bare shoulders….but that was irrelevant….If only for a little while…She was free. She didn’t have to dance for anyone here….wear any clothing that jingled and chimed with each movement…no she could be herself here….if only for a little while. It didn’t take long for the young maiden to find a slow moving river. Carefully she maneuvered herself down the steep bank, using bits of shrub and small trees to keep herself from falling. In one hand she bunched her long gown, lifting it so that she would not trip on the flowing sheet.
The water was cold, not yet warmed from the morning sun. A gasp slid from between pale pink lips when her toes sank into the wet bank, sending a chill through her body. Very few people knew the young Mia well. Her family has a tendency to only associate with others like them….gypsies or druids that is. It was tradition not to let anyone on the outside know you very well….and up to this point it had left Mia very secluded. She felt obligated to help her family earn money through her dance, they had raised her after all….But deep inside she could also feel a longing….A longing to dance without an audience…a longing to dance without worrying about pleasing the crowd…To put it simply she wanted out…but there seemed to be no exit.
Long fingers moved to pull the nights ribbons from her hair, each tiny crimson bow releasing a curling lock of chocolate hued hair that fell to her bum. She crouched down, leaning over the water to see her reflection as she undid the many bows that held her untamed mass hostage, using her reflection to make sure she didn’t miss any. She could still see the slight stains on her face from the night before, butterfly wings on the edge of each eye. But it was useless to try and get rid of them…tonight after all there would be a repeat performance…and more paint.
The shrill chirping of a bird startled Mia, quickly her icy eyes scanned the surrounding woods….She may have been innocent but she was no fool, her father was quick to tell her the evils of men….and especially how many of them felt that they could take advantage of any druid woman they happened across…For who would they run to?
Quickly she finished with her hair and knotted the many ribbons around one of her ankles, standing she could feel the cold morning air biting her lungs as fear caused her breathing to quicken.
‘Calm down…..its just a weasel or something…’
That made sense….weasels ate birds eggs….But the snapping of a twig quickly demolished her little fantasy….it was no weasel. She dared not call out, fearful that it was not her family but one of those hulking men her father always preached about…. ‘Just waiting for a pretty girl like you to wander too far…’
Nervously she chewed on her lip, debating her options….she could try to run…But running in a long gown would be anything but easy….And it was hard to hide when she was wearing such a shiny fabric. She would just have to wait it out. Gingerly pushing a curly strand behind her ear she let her fingertips roll over the many loops that trailed her ear, fidgeting with the pearl like stone at the bottom of her ear. Twisting it round and round as she tried to steady her breathing.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 25, 2011 14:27:29 GMT -5
The wandering druids had found peace in a small village outside Albion, the young dancer Mia among them. Long wavy locks fell over the maidens shoulders as she watched the hustle and bustle of the small village from the security of her caravan. It was late evening and already a chill was falling over the land, unfortunately though the wardrobe of a gypsy dancer was anything but warm. Slender arms curled around her stomach to pull at her sides, a slight shiver racking her frame. Icy eyes watched as the flames outside flickered, the sound of gruff laughter musical and reassuring….She would have to dance soon…..Even in small villages the chance for a token that could be exchanged for food was something her family could not pass up. Mia could see several people gathering around the large fire. Settling themselves on stones and overturned wooden buckets, children perched atop the shoulders of their massive fathers. One tiny girl in particular slumped over her daddy’s head….already asleep before the nights festivities even began. Mia nibbled at her painted lip, tasting the pungent paint that her mother had applied only about and hour ago. She moved her fingers up to press the tiny gem against her skull between her eyes, hoping it would not dislodge itself during her performance….again….she had lost the last one. A gesture from her chubby father brought the maiden from her castle, climbing over the aging wood and dropping to the ground with as such grace as she could muster. Her father no doubt had already got the crowd ready…..making them believe that what they were about to see was a show of magic and romance…not deceit. Silently she moved to stand before the fire, glancing nervously around the circle one last time before the fiddle began to play…accompanied by a rough chorus of clapping and whistles. Her long swirling skirts swished this way and that, grazing the top of the flickering flames and casting a multitude of colors across the crowd through the thin fabric. Glitter flew from Mia’s hands as she twirled, long curly locks grazing the earth as she dipped back. Oh she loved to dance….if only it wasn’t an obligation…a must…she would love it even more. The music finally stopped, with her arms arched regally over her head Mia closed her blue eyes and dipped her head to the crowd. Some clapping ensued….some people were disappointed as her father had once again ‘juiced’ up her performance. The sound of coins and her fathers hearty laughter brought a smile to her lips as she moved away from the crowd to a tiny pond that was down an embankment…a world away. Trees surrounded the dark water, the moon was beginning to shine. Mia pulled her skirts up to keep them from getting filthy, crouching on her knees she began to scrub at the paint on her face…tonight she was a butterfly….Bitterly she wondered if she would ever break out of her cocoon. ((wow no replies  ish sad......)) |
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Feb 25, 2011 4:22:40 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Mia Fallabella
.:Nick Name:. Mimi
.:Age:.24 years
.:Race:.druid
.:Status:. nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Mia does not look like a fragile thing that could easily break at your touch. No…her strong dancers body is well muscled and lean. Her hair when down hangs past her bum, however she most often keeps up in a tight braid around her head. She is nearly always wearing bright colors that accentuate her body…but in the rare moments that she is not performing she will wear a loose flowing red garb that hangs from one slender shoulder. Her eyes are a brilliant icy blue and both ears have several piercings.
.:Height:. 5’ 6
.:Portrayed by:. Amy from Middle Eastern Dance groups, photo by Alaskan Dude @ flickr.
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. One would think that a druid such as Mia would become rather rigid in her nature, and hold a dislike for those that push her people around. But she is actually a very warm and welcoming person. When it comes to fight or flight this lady is nearly always in flight mode despite the muscles that line her dancers body. She is weary of men as she was raised to be. Her father constantly railing about the evils of mankind and the lust that fuels it. If Mia were an animal she would be a deer…a quiet fleeting doe…Beautiful yet unobtainable.
.:Strengths:. intelligent, beautiful, talented
.:Weaknesses:. meek, fearful, easy to push around
.:Magic Abilities:. none
.:Special Skills:. dancing…though its not really special as many practice it.
.:Accents:.A bit rough, not very proper or well pronounced.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The woods in a caravan.
.:Family:. Tules Fallabella (father), Trinkes Fallabella (mother), Jines Fallabella (sister)
.:Occupation:. dancer
.:Current Location of Residence:. nomad…so she is never in one place for very long.
.:History:.
Mia has a pretty boring past. She was born in a caravan drawn by two mules on a day no one can quite specify…so her birthday is a bit of a guessing game. Being gypsy like people her mother and father were part of a larger group of travelers that could best be defined as entertainers. She grew up in this environment, running beneath the hoofs of flailing horses and balancing on the dusted backs. It was only when she became older that she began to explore dance….and found that she loved it.
Not once has Mia been tempted by any man, still a virgin partially because of her fathers constant ranting to fear men and because she is yet to meet a man that does not treat her as something to be captured….the thing she fears most is being trapped. Recently her younger sister was born, a complete accident the youngster is often left in the care of Mia. She is a very free spirited creature and can often be found showing her little sis the world in her own way…
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