Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

The first performance was simply the females. Tari stood to the side, her arms crossed across her stomach as the small group performed an upbeat, rhythmic dance, accompanied only by a single drum to keep a basic beat. Their feet hit the floor to fill in the 'music', giving them a different sound then most other acts had when they performed in the hall. Even to the person who hated the gypsies with a burning passion, they would have to admit the group knew how to party and perform. Sadly, they were known for over partying at times, which would get them in trouble in some areas and gave them a bad reputation from the very beginning. But the sound carried through the hall, echoing the stomping of the feet as they seemed to smile ear to ear. It was clear the women loved what they were doing and were quite proud of themselves. Their dance ended with a sudden stop, their skirts spinning around their ankles, their chests rising and falling quicker then they normally would. They curtsied quite smoothly and came up towards the head table, bowing once again as Marcus came up with a gift to the royal family. Your highnesses, he greeted with a low, dramatic bow. I bring a gift for your household. With a swift flourishing movement of his hand, a piece of silk felt from his tight grip, coloured of a light lilac. Silk, from the east, he informed them, folding it and holding it out to Saren's mother. Perfect for both warm and cold, standing up to any arrow point. He smiled and held out a blade, appearing in a light puff of airy smoke, the handle pointed towards the king. It was far different from the blade that Saren had requested, as it was curved upwards at the end, perfect for making a smooth cut of the enemy. A blade created from the mines of the dwarves, he added with another bow. Fit only for a king. He stepped back, waving his arm behind him in another showy action. Now, much like the silk, we have another feisty gift from the east, he explained, his sly grin returning. The sound of the drum returned again, this time matched with a whistle of some sort, made from a dark wood, with a light and airy, but oddly satisfying and hearty sound to it. Tari stepped forward, along with a tall, blonde man with bright blue eyes, the colour of a clear day. He looked to be some part elf and carried himself in the same sort of grace that Tari had. The music continued and the two of them broke into a stunning, celebratory dance as none of the family had seen before. It looked to have some parts from the human dance just performed, but with a good bit of it holding to its elven roots. The two performed it perfectly, complete with the full, spinning effect that Tari's skirt was made to show, and bowed to each other at the end of it. The 'couple' turned to the family and the man bowed deeply from respect, while Tari gave a half hearted nod of her head at the same time. Clearly, her proud ways weren't about to sway just because she was performing for the leaders. Marcus, who had moved away some time during the dance, was smiling and gestured a pair of women onto the floor again to perform one of the more advanced dances they knew, incorporating all of the steps they had learned since childhood and all of the musicians they had brought along.