This was the only time Dustfinger ever truly smiled. He took such joy in his talent, his skill. Although it was still daylight, he knew it was the best time to perform here. In the city square, this was the time of day that the most people would be wandering by, to stop and watch him toss his flaming torches higher and higher in the air. No one could juggle the fire as high as he could, he knew. Not anywhere. The fires danced for him, bright and beautiful, as if it had a life of its own. And to him, it did. He spoke to it like an equal, like a friend, like a lover. It only listened to him, because he knew just the way to speak to it.
When he had finished juggling his torches, he extinguished them one by one in his mouth, as if he had only an appetite for flame and smoke, before he finished and bowed, his eyes alight as if the flames were still burning. He watched the wooden bowl of collections being passed around, watching some people put some coins generously in it and hoping he had enough to eat for the next few days from this… he knew that a storm was coming, and he couldn’t perform again until it passed…
Lips of dahlia hue were pressed firmly together as the sounds of awe had filled the ambiance surrounding her. There were so many gathered here in one particular area of the square; their eyes were centered on someone that was performing, a street entertainer. The maiden felt compelled to take a look – disregarding that she had a bit of trouble on her heels. Gloved fingers had found their way underneath the crimson cloak she wore and pulled it back so that her eyes may see without obstruction. Sea-green depths took in the scene before her, and utilizing the amount of people gathered here, she found this diversion to work best in her favor.
Weaving through the audience, those at her heel had lost sight of her, but she cast away bothersome thoughts and focused on the performer with the flame that danced under his command. Soft features were lit with amusement as a light chuckle passed her lips. Holding her purse before her, Sarah followed the graceful trail of fire that flew in the air and returned to its master. Her warm gaze fell upon his features, studying him in her silence. His joy was seen from the wrinkle at the corner of his eyes and the smile, that was truly genuine, which formed upon his lips. “Ah, master of the flame,” the whisper was drowned by the applause of those that stayed long enough to praise him.
The show was coming to a close now, for he had swallowed the contained inferno and the sound of coins rang in the air as they collided within the bowl. Pushing the cloak past her shoulder, the woman had begun opening her change purse to gather a few coins for his performance just as the bowl had reached her. Some people had cleared from the area, leaving her exposed to the man that was storming ti her direction. Behind the curls of scarlet, her ears twitched slightly at the sound of heavy boots that drew closer and the grumbling that accompanies it. Casually, she rummaged through the small sack until a large, firm hand, clamped on to her shoulder.
“You!” The voice growled out as he jerked his hand, taking her for a spin on her heel, since he still had a grip on her. “You wench, you cheated me out of those coins. Give them back at once!” He was a round fellow, with sunken eyes of the deepest of black and slicked back hair of the same darkness. A scowl was not intimidating, not so much as his foul breath. Sarah rolled her shoulder free of his grubby hand and held the bowl, along with the coin purse, in one arm. The other hand boldly came to his face, pointing a finger between his eyes, just inches from touching his oily skin.
“Bite your tongue. No one cheated you out of any coin. The game was won fairly, for I am not to blame that your wandering gaze paid more attention to my face and bust more than the cards you picked from the pile. I have earned my keep, much like this man here,” she lowered her hand from his visage and pointed behind her, at the fire dancer. With a smug smile, Sarah leaned to his face and reached over to the coin purse, once again, digging through, to gather a good sum of coin. One by one, they were dropped into the bowl, making sure the fellow before her, and the one behind her, could see.
The anger rose on his face, for he looked like he was about to reach a boiling point with how hot and red his face had become. He nearly rivaled the color of her own tresses! “Give b –” he began, Sarah ended it by pointing past his shoulder. Whipping his head to look back, the color that soon rose to his features now were flushed completely. There stood a wolf, one of considerable mass, snarling at him. Razor canines glistened with saliva, ready to tear at an appendage if given the right command. “Would you rather speak to my companion about my earnings? I am sure he would listen to you.” With a smile, and without losing much composure, the woman watched as he slowly shook his hands before him, stepping away. “K..Keep it, it’s all yours!”
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