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[Ragdoll]

Amphitheatre
85 Summer
514 AV
15th Bell
OOCNo need to keep in post order here, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't move to the next round of posts before I post again. Please do not NPC Inika.

Inika was a bit suspicious of the claim that the man who was supposed to be teaching this class had made. His son had, at the very last minute, informed the Konti woman that his father was suddenly very sick and would not be able to make it to the festival. With several people already signed up for this, Inika felt that she had no choice but to take the responsibility of teaching a dance class on by herself.

She was by no means a master of the art, though she knew enough to get by teaching this class. It was not by any definition of the word her idea of a good time. All that the pale woman could do was take charge of this class (and everything else in this festival, she thought to herself) and hope for the best. So far, things had been going well. She was pleased with the environment she'd created for the slow dance several bells ago, and no one else had backed out on her yet. With a little luck, things would continue to go her way.

The teacher had been kind enough to send her a list of things he'd planned to do in the class with his students. Inika read over the paper one last time before sighing, setting it down, and looking out across the Riverfall Amphitheatre. It was empty at the moment-never a good sign.

When people started to arrive, the Konti woman would lead them all in stretches. Inika didn't relish the thought of being responsible for someone's torn muscle because they couldn't be bothered to stretch themselves out like everyone else.

Then, when she felt most of those who were signed up for the class had arrived, she would call out their names and check each of them off her list.

[Alia Beaudouin]

85th of Summer, 514 AV
15th Bell

Outfit :

(Keep in mind Alia is not wearing the makeup, or jewelry that her model is in this picture; She’s only wearing the outfit and the style of hair.)

Flower Crown :

The Riverfall Amphitheater.
Alia’s pride, joy, and workplace.
Though, today, it was not a place of work, it was a place of dance. The Day of the Dance festival had claimed the place for the dance lessons that the woman who had organized the festival, Inika, Alia had learned, would give.

Alia arrived at the theater humming, fingering out the notes of a song Alia had been playing on her mandolin on the way there. It was, after all, the Day of the Dance, music was practically mandatory. So, in between events, Alia took to playing short songs on her mandolin as she walked the streets to the next stage of the day. It wasn’t as if anyone had complained about it, as Alia hadn’t been the only one wandering the streets, instrument at their side. Today was definitely a day for musicians, if there ever was one. Perhaps Alia would eventually get an audience for her songs. Yes, that would be ideal, even if she only performed for one or two people.

Alia still wore the flower crown a young girl at the slow dance had given her, made of beautiful, tiny white flowers, interlocked with green stems and green leaves. There were plenty of the tiny buds to decorate the crown, though a few had fallen off the headpiece and now lay tangled in Alia’s bright red hair. For the class, Alia had tied her hair back in a braid, keeping it together with a blue ribbon that had been tied to the pegs of her mandolin. Now, her hair wouldn’t get in the way of her dancing.

The only reason it hadn’t bothered her during the slow dance was because the slow dance was just that- Slow. Strands of hair wouldn’t get in the way if she was simply swaying, though it was a different story if she moved quicker. Which was exactly what Alia planned to do for the rest of the day, throughout the class, fast, and dance-off parts of the festival.

Speaking of which, Alia had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

Sure, she had prepared quite vigorously, prepping everything from her outfit to what she would bring (She hadn’t brought a bag, only her mandolin case and what could fit in it.) Usually, Alia didn’t go to such lengths, but today was, in theory, going to be one of the best days of the season, so one could never be too sure.

Alia’s outfit was one of her favourites that she had ever owned, as it both brought back memories and felt as light and free as Alia herself was. She wore a long, flowing skirt, though it wasn’t the kind that dragged one down with sophistication. Instead, it was almost the opposite. The skirt was made of a black silk, laid over with embroidered lace, giving it a soft feel but glossy look. Halfway through the length, though, the silk layer underneath cut out, leaving Alia’s legs just barely visible under the lace. The silk then returned at the foot of the dress, flowing out in a beautiful pattern.
No matter how beautiful the skirt was, though, Alia loved the top even more.

The top part of the outfit was quite unique, having been bought from the rare Wind Reach vendor, meaning it was a real, true, Inartan Vinati. And, on top of that, it matched the skirt perfectly. The Vinati was made, once again, of a black silk with black lace layered on top. It had thin straps reaching up over Alia’s shoulders and joining again at the back, leaving her shoulders bare. The unique factor, though, was one that all Vinati shared, it left Alia’s midriff uncovered, allowed her to feel the cool summer breeze fully, and gave a feeling of airiness.

That was one good thing about Alia’s outfit, it was practically made for dance. There was no way the Vinati would obstruct anything, and the skirt was long enough to move freely, but short enough not to get in the way. On top of that, there were shorts attached underneath the skirt, so should any jumping be involved Alia wouldn’t show anything she didn’t mean to.

Once she arrived at the Amphitheater, Alia proceeded to climb onstage and do what it seemed the few others that were there were doing; Stretch. For now, though, there was no one leading the activity, so the miniature crowd’s movements were awkward and uncoordinated. Joining the small movement, Alia looked around, trying to find whoever would be in charge of the class.

Eventually, her eyes fell upon a tall Konti woman, who was flicking her eyes over a sheet of paper. From her expression, and constant checking of her paper, Alia guessed she was probably looking over a list of names, and that there probably wasn’t enough people to start the class. Continuing her inexperienced stretches, Alia wondered at who would arrive, and whether or not she would know anyone who came.

[Calters]

85th of Summer, 15th Bell

Calters hadn't minded dancing in the slow dance that morning without any direction, but when the opportunity presented itself, he quickly signed up for the dance class. It sounded interesting enough. Most importantly, it was accepting all skill levels.

By the time the musician had arrived and found a place to keep his ocarina, there were already a few people there doing stretches. Unsure of the instructions, Calters simply placed himself behind the stretchers and looked around. After an awkward chime, he decided to try and mimic them.

This was easier said than done.

The ones in front of him all had feet, for starters. They would bend over and touch their toes or do splits, then stand back up and bend their knees rhythmically; all of which activities were out of the questions for the Akvatari. He decided that touching his "toes" seemed doable, so he went to work on that. He managed to reach his tail, but his wings held him off the ground and his tail curled up so he was not certain that it was actually stretching anything.

With that done, Calters watched to see what he should do next. At this point, he noticed a Konti woman on stage who was directing the stretches. It was easier, however, for Calters to try and copy those in front of them as he had the better view.

Now, his leaders were reaching up to the sky and interlocking their fingers. They would rock up and their toes and then back on their heels. Reaching, at least, would work. Calters held his hands high above his head and intertwined his fingers. They cracked loudly in protest and the stretch in his back gave him the urge to moan.

Assuming that he was fully stretched, Calters dropped his hands to his sides and hovered silently. Everyone else he could see was continuing to stretch. Perhaps the dance class was a bad idea...

[Alyra]

85th of Summer, 514 AV, 15th Bell

Hair :

This is the general design. Just imagine it being more novice-y and messy.

Outfit :

She isn't wearing any of the make-up or jewelry.

Alyra was excited, to say the least. She had no experience with dancing, and she jumped at the opportunity to earn some. Normally, Alyra steered clear of classes that required physical skills or exertion. But this class was in a part of Riverfall that Alyra hadn't see before. Being the curious woman she was, that would be reason enough to attend. The dancing class also happened to be free, though, and that sealed the deal for the broke woman.

After all, she had spent a considerable amount of money on clothes for the city. Riverfall was far too hot this season for Alyra to be wandering around in a heavy cotton dress. That, and she had stuck out in a crowd. Granted, the horns didn't help that too much. That didn't mean she couldn't look like a somewhat normal Riverian at night, though.

Today she wore an outfit she bought specifically for festival days. On the top, she had a black shirt. It was extremely comfortable, despite the fact that it was only half of a shirt. The sleeves ran from below her shoulders to just above her elbows. The part Alyra liked best, though, was the fact that there was elastic string around the edges of the shirt; this was the only article of clothing that would perfectly fit her at all times.

It was the same deal with the skirt. It was drawstring, so it would fit her extremely skinny mortal seeming at night, and her filled-out form during the day. On the skirt, earthy tones ran in wide horizontal stripes. Some stripes had pictures of animals inside them, others had oddly shaped flowers. Alyra bought the skirt because it was so busy; she'd never get bored when looking at it.

When Alyra arrived, she took in the Amphitheatre. It was a sight to see, and the Eth wondered why she had never been there before. It was beautiful. Trees and grass filled the steps, which Alyra found rather inviting. It felt much different than Sunberth did, and Alyra loved that.

The woman absentmindedly dropped to the ground near the others. She was still looking up at the trees as she began to stretch. Alyra only knew the stretches that she had been taught when sparring with Hirem, but she figured those would work just as well here as they did there. With her legs stretched out in front of her, Alyra attempted to touch her toes. She reached her ankles, and, deciding that that was far enough, held the position.