The lighting was dim, the laughter was loud, and Minerva could thus barely see or hear the details around her through her drunken daze. The press of bodies all around her was nothing more than a blur of life and energy, the sort she never would have found back home. A girl like her, dancing and letting loose in a bar like this, would likely enough have found herself dragged into a back alley against her will, if she'd done this in Sunberth. The only girls there who took the chance were the ones who either enjoyed the thrill of being pawed at, or expected to profit off it. A real Sunberth 'lady' might even put herself in such a situation intentionally, to get a man off his guard and get away with his mizahs while his pants were around his ankles. Minerva wasn't that sort of girl, and thus would never have found herself in a Sunberth bar. But she was no longer the girl she'd been back home, no longer the weak, snivelling thing that had been beaten down physically and emotionally by a father's rage. She was no longer forced to live in fear of what the stronger, rougher men in her neighborhood might do to her. This wasn't Sunberth. Dancing there in James's arms, she felt safe. Of course, she'd only been here a week, and thus wasn't feeling the effects of malnourishment that were touching everyone around her. She assumed the food shortage to be a temporary effect of the storm. In her mind, it would all be over next week, and everyone would be fine and dandy. So she spun and danced, and when Nira came close she slipped away from James and grabbed Nira's hands to switch partners and dance with the Konti. Minerva was having the time of her life, and laughed into Nira's ear, "I can't believe yer gonna leave all 'is behind!" Of all the places she'd travelled in the last four years, from the beauty of Mura to the grandeur of Syliras, none of them had made her feel like this. Zeltiva might have its own fair share of troubles, but she was already starting to fall in love with it. |