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[sanura]

The crowd gasped at a sudden wall of flame in front of the half-circle of wagons, and it became the first beat of a low, bell-like drum. The beat from the flame joined seamlessly with the stomping of the dancers, and instruments came in with their own thing to say, one by one. A low, sinuous line from a stringed instrument slithered around the dancers’ hips and writhing arms, and the flame at the front of the wagons fell until it was a circle of scented candles. A tambourine followed the line of the bow, punctuating the ends of the beats in a rhythm that was as complex and natural as the design by which the fair was laid out, a series of rows and circles running from one to another in a way which only seemed random until you heard the rest of the music.

There was a violin melody laid over the lower string drone, and she understood what it meant to have the hairs on the back of one’s neck rise. It was so wild, nearly animal, but an animal that still screamed for human joy and danced with human ecstasy, that her body shook in sympathy. And then the dancers reached the front of the wagons and the band stepped into the light, an intricate lute solo weaving through the smoother run of the strings. He came forward one more step, and sang.

All the copper and gold of the fair, all the revelry of such a gathering were present in his voice when it washed over the crowd, and the crimson and viridian and azure skirts of the women dancing made the circle of candles around the wagons flicker like the stars. This was no plaintive song of road-dust, but a celebration of the sweet grass crushed in the dance of a waymeet. She closed her eyes and felt the music under her ribs, beating with the drums in her blood. Things could happen under this music that were impossible otherwise.

Comments

[sacredmushroom.livejournal.com]

ahggggggggg i love this. cookie? *takes*

im not sure

i like this

i was in the kitchen cus my dad was yelling, and i came back and you were gone and here this is, but i need maybe explaining, hm.

[sanura.livejournal.com]

You will see. Eventually.