Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 17:21:33 GMT -5
It was the day of the masquerade. The one she was expected to attend, but was as usual of two minds about it. On one hand, it was giving in to the luxuries and ideals of the westerners. It was to go dancing and frolicking when she was fairly sure her father would have rather they not attend. And then, was it really safe for them? Finally, there would be masks, but would they be found modest enough? And if the mask fell, or if they were nonetheless recognized? Amirah wasn't certain that she felt comfortable with the idea, even without it being Sabriyah's request more than Bashir's.
The only positive side, and it was limited too, was that there would be dancing. Amirah loved to dance, but rarely if ever revealed this to others. She had her mother's talent just as much as it seemed her sisters had it. She just didn't showcase this interest and talent. She loved to hear the bells and drums as they vibrated through her core, down her limbs and out and away into the world. Still, even with a costume and a mask, she wasn't convinced she would dance a single beat. Not even Zara understood her interest in this.
Currently, the two were set up to get dressed and made up, and add any last finishing touches to their dresses. They were hardly traditional at all, and wasn't that the point to blend in? Their skin would surely give them away, but it seemed wasteful to argue about it at this time. Her sisters had looked after the procurement of their coordinated dresses, a relief for Amirah wouldn't have known where to go looking and they hadn't the time to make all of them. Hers was a flurry of bright reds, oranges, and yellows. She was to be the Sun, a symbol that further signified the suns and the Rohari region.
Having promised herself to try not to complain all day at her friend, she looked over to see how Zara was coming along with her own dress. "So, will the al-Jasham hostage be putting in an appearance?" Amirah didn't bother to ask if he was permitted; she had seen him around Bashir once or twice, and now that father wasn't well enough to control the hostages he collected here, there wasn't as many restrictions in place. On one hand, she didn't mind that, but she also felt his control was slipping more and more every day.
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Zara bint Siraj al-Faris
The only positive side, and it was limited too, was that there would be dancing. Amirah loved to dance, but rarely if ever revealed this to others. She had her mother's talent just as much as it seemed her sisters had it. She just didn't showcase this interest and talent. She loved to hear the bells and drums as they vibrated through her core, down her limbs and out and away into the world. Still, even with a costume and a mask, she wasn't convinced she would dance a single beat. Not even Zara understood her interest in this.
Currently, the two were set up to get dressed and made up, and add any last finishing touches to their dresses. They were hardly traditional at all, and wasn't that the point to blend in? Their skin would surely give them away, but it seemed wasteful to argue about it at this time. Her sisters had looked after the procurement of their coordinated dresses, a relief for Amirah wouldn't have known where to go looking and they hadn't the time to make all of them. Hers was a flurry of bright reds, oranges, and yellows. She was to be the Sun, a symbol that further signified the suns and the Rohari region.
Having promised herself to try not to complain all day at her friend, she looked over to see how Zara was coming along with her own dress. "So, will the al-Jasham hostage be putting in an appearance?" Amirah didn't bother to ask if he was permitted; she had seen him around Bashir once or twice, and now that father wasn't well enough to control the hostages he collected here, there wasn't as many restrictions in place. On one hand, she didn't mind that, but she also felt his control was slipping more and more every day.
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Zara bint Siraj al-Faris