Thread: The Prince's exotic dancer //Kratos||Yurina\\

It was the night for her annual dance at the town square. Many gathered on a particular evening where the moon shines the most up the sky a full moon. For Alvilda, that was a perfect night. Where she would dance before an audience. With the help of the local musicians, they would play a tune for her. Growing up with a mother who was once a gypsy and recently moved on, she took some teaching of hers into her dances. The main reason why those who were willing to come after daylight was gone and to those who were mere passerby would be captivated at the movement of her body language. Such elegance, such enchantment and such intoxicating. An aura of mystery surrounds her as Alvilda walked past the crowd. They had came for what they had been anticipating. The Dance of Healing, they called it. For the name means exactly what it meant. Those who watched her dance would feel their body healing, feeling lighter and more energized for some. This dance performance was perfect for the elderly and to the men and women who worked hard in this kingdom. They would wake up the next day, feeling exactly that and Alvilda, a mere sixteen year old was grateful to at least help the villagers in a way. Her body was simply not done for hard labor. To be able to infuse her mother's ability to heal to hers was simply the best gift she would embrace and excels in it. However she was not aware of the another spell that would only be triggered to those eyes that befall to her rhythmic swaying hips. Alvilda sat up from the village fountain, noticing the crowd would only get larger and larger by the second. This pleases her as she stood up, flicking on wrist upwards to the musicians nearby as music started to play. Throughout the whole dance of mere elegance and grace, she noticed the smiles on everyone's faces and how they seem to be more enlighten the more they watched her dance. Alvilda was not only known for her dance, she was also known for an overwhelming being of beauty even of one of pure dark blue hair, glowing under the moonlight, being blue as the lake at night. Many wondered of her hair colour, unique and enchants more of her fair complexion, added with two icy blue orbs. Such a captivating girl she was, along with smooth pearl pale skin. The clothes she wore, although revealing as it seem, they were never to reveal her private parts. They were sown with the colours to match up her appearance, mostly of blue and white. Quite strange for one to wear those around the village but to Alvilda, she was fine with it. The night went on until the local night watch shouted over the dying music, proclaiming that it was now 11 in the night. The crowd was pleased with the performance of their local dancer as Alvilda bowed before them as usual, and as well that she was merely a generous person, the villagers were more. Many proceeded to her, bringing a few gold coins, the widows or mothers would bare food and one was generous enough to present her with a thick pelt, chiding the young dancer to not sleep with such little of cloth. Alvilda chuckled. Even for a dancer her voice was quite melodious. She thanked her once more as the final of the crowd departed, being that of a old man as she bid him good night. As soon as she was thanking the musicians for their own part of the performance and wanted to offer them some gold and food, they declined kindly, saying that she needed it more than them. Alvilda was stunted with the kind group of men, nodding with a smile. They were true to their words alright. Alvilda, now without her mother, was living alone at the edge of the village, within a small caravan which obviously needed fixing.