Travelling 3 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) There were a number of responses she could think of, but they’d probably lead ultimately to violence, and that would probably cause trouble—though her lack of fear of personal injury had little to do with her blue-white blood. She’d discovered, once they got outside the culture she knew where all women learned to dance as children, that there was a very peculiar and widespread view of dancers as delicate and fluttery and weak. She couldn’t, for the life of her, imagine how anyone had come up with that. It wasn’t as though he’d listen anyway,…

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Travelling 3 pt1

This was a fairly pleasant little town, Lysandra decided, strolling along the street with an empty basket braced against one hip. The sounds of the market, where she could get the last few supplies they wanted, echoed along the streets from somewhere ahead, but there was no great hurry. The travelling show had left that morning, heading towards a more northerly market fair; since the Garden lay to the southwest, and apparently not much farther, they’d parted ways amicably. Not having a show to rush back to prepare for was something of a relief: she loved dancing for an audience,…

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Travelling 2 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Within was, quite simply, a six-by-twelve-foot portable room. At the far end was a raised bed with curtains that could be drawn across it; it even had a glazed bay window looking out the back. Below that, sliding doors that were partly stained glass concealed a cubbyhole meant for children to sleep in, just as luxuriously comfortable as the upper bed. The rest of the space was a masterwork of cramming a huge amount into very little space without wasting an inch. The padded benches for seating all had storage beneath them; a number of…

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Travelling 2 pt1

One final show for the day. The regular ones were over; this was the one that the showmaster, and anyone else who got the opportunity, had been dropping hints about to the adult men, the one they didn’t officially advertise, the one that was shorter and included fewer performers. The showmaster was the only male involved in this one, and he was present mostly as a voice without making himself the centre of attention. It wasn’t a matter of the women in the troupe stripping down entirely, or anything so crass… but costumes were skimpier and the whole thing was…

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Travelling 1 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) The showmaster returned. “In far-off Enodia, where the gods walk and humans can create devices to do anything imaginable, each woman dances only once in public in her entire life, though they prepare for it from childhood. That day is on her wedding day. Our beautiful Lysandra was to be wed, but her betrothed died tragically and suddenly on the morning of their greatest day. Not wed, not unwed, not widowed, she dances each day in his memory and for their interrupted marriage. It’s our good fortune that she does so here, for us to…

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