The Bazaar was absolutely bustling with activity- the midday sun blazing overhead akin to a great white pupil glaring down upon the masses with ill-concealed distaste. Puffs of sand and dust kept individuals' faces tightly concealed behind thick scarves of multicolored fabrics.
"
Closer- Closer- Come see!"
A voice rose above the hubbub, amplified obviously by magic as the crowd vaguely parts near the wall of the Shah's palace, revealing a rather rag-tag yet noticeable stage in place, a tarp above it providing an offset and not very effective square of share which many of the onlookers attempted to crowd into as they watched noncommitedly.
"
From the Shah's very palace, hidden away from the public for years- nay, centuries-! Observe and gaze upon an oasis of true beauty in a world so often filled with mirages... A creature now avaliable to the highest bidder- Inteira, prized teacher, prized dancer... Priceless treasure-! Come! Come-!"
The man was trying very hard, and no doubt he knew how to catch attention but actually making a sale? That would be another story- he was a squat man, face concealed heavily by an dirtied white scarf to shield his respitory system from the worst of the sand. And despite size, her moved quickly, erratically, theatrically about the 'stage'- though he seemed to orbit around the tiniest patch of shade provided by the tarp.
Meanwhile, sitting near the great wall, kneels folded under her, back arched like a swan's neck and hands delicately folded in her lap sat the 'Priceless treasure'. Her white-blue hair tied back carefully but nonetheless waving like water in the searing wind. A thin sheen of sweat had collected over her bronze skin, sitting in the sun certainly heated the shackles about her wrists, turning the skin a tender pink. Her eyes remained closed, visage calm, even as grains of sharp dust tried to force themselves into her lungs- only occasionally exhaling to clear her throat and nose of invasion.
It was true, she had been the secret entertainer for the Shah for many generations, having seen them rise and fall and rise again and fall again. But always she had been in the depths of the palace, providing beauty and civility even in the darkest of times. Alas, she had fallen out of favor- the shah's harem found her to be a threat despite her only service consisting of dancing, singing and performing... And she had been cast out as a mere slave. So here Inteira sat, patiently- waiting- awaiting her new Master to help her upon the path for whatever path she would follow to Fate's end.
