Strife Of The Eclipse

Prelude of War : Aila - The Dancer

Levalimar, before the Cult of Vexira, was spread in the city and overtake it.

A chorus of boisterous cheers rang out, reaching her ears as she stepped forward, past the curtains, and onto the small stage. The smell of rum, ale, mead, and other brews mixed with the smoke and fires of the kitchen further in the back. She looked down from her current position and smiled, with a small and irresistible smile.

It was always as such on nights she danced. She loved it, no she bathe in it.

The stage was well lit, thanks to a combination of mecharies ingenuity and well-placed coin. The light shone upon her brilliantly, illuminating her sun-tanned skin, and giving her an ethereal, almost mesmerizing glow.

Her hair, long flowing silver, sparkled as if the mecharies had mined it from the very mountains they dwelled in. And, the pure white, silk blindfold she had across her eyes, seemingly glowed as if they face their natural glowing orbs.

The loose sleeves of her silk-sheer dress seemed to sw