Lilli?s Dancing Lesson
It wasn?t often anymore that Jaycy wore the colorful gypsy skirts she?d once been known for. Psly?s unconscious influence had found her in jeans and a t-shirt more often than anything in recent months. However, it shouldn?t have been a surprise that she once more donned the garb of her known heritage for the evening of Lilli?s dancing lesson. A cream chemise lay under bodice and skirts meant to invoke thoughts of a living flame ? bright yellows, oranges and crimson.
She meandered her way down the road, barefoot, already swaying her hips slightly in time to the beats of the drums as they echoed down the way. A few women could already be seen spinning, flashes of the bright jeweled costumes catching the light from the decorations just so. She quickened her pace, drawn like a moth to a flame. The gypsy skipped up the stairs, fiery skirts flickering about her shins, and offered a smile to those already in attendance.
She scampered toward the railing and hopped up, settling herself in the corner junction. She was content to simply watch the ladies at their dancing. She crossed her ankles, swinging her legs in time with the music. Fingers rapped lightly on the wooden railing to the beat.
A turn about brought Jaycy into Lilli?s gaze and the buxom lady greeted the much smaller one. "A sigh' fer sore eyes!? Jaycy?s retort came laughingly. ?You definitely aren?t.? Her green-gold gaze travelled obviously up and down the other woman?s figure and she followed it with a roguish grin. Too late to notice, Lilli had already moved on to greet another newcomer.
She chuckled, enjoying the night and the dancing figures. She kept time with Niamh?s beats, feeling the drumbeats from head to toe. Her eyes lit with pleasure and amusement of the night, clapping softly to help keep the pace for the dancers on the carpets.
Lilli suddenly pointed toward her, trilling up toward the roof and her too-quick cousin. "Ge' tha' red haired vixen! I know she's jus' playin' possum!" Jaycy blinked, looking over, and held her palms up with a laugh. ?No, no, I had a ?? She paused for effect, giving a lecherous grin. ?long day. I'm too tired to dance.?
Hearing Jaycy, Lilli turned to stick her tongue out and motioned towards Vorn again. "Don' worry Jayc', he's super fas', he won' be bu' a minu'e o' yer t'ime." Alenka's eyes shot to Jaycy at Lilli's shout. if Vorn didn't get down here, she would be the one to slink over and tug the red-haired beauty out into the midst of the dancers. "Y'kin ne'er be t'tired t'dance!" she laughed, swaying her way over to beckon insistently to Jaycy. "C'mon, show him up there wha' he's bein' t'lazy t'enjoy."
Jaycy leaned out over the railing to peer at Vorn, then blew him a kiss. Alenka's taunting words caught her attention next and she turned the grin on the other lady ?You're almost tempting me to make you come and get me.? Her brows lifted and the grin grew wider ? there may have been a challenge in her words. She slid off the railing, however, sure that once she?d been targeted she?d soon be on the carpets.
Alenka laughed uproariously at that, taking the challenge head on. She took a small run up, and leapt up over the railing and onto the porch to land neatly beside Jaycy. "Y'shoul' ne'er challenge a Garridan, swee'lin'," she grinned, taking the redhead's hand and making to spin her gently. "M'Alenka ... see tha' Lilli there? She's m'cousin. Y'ain' goin' t'win this argumen', I kin guarantee." Another cheeky grin and a wink.
"Can't be helped, I s'pose." Shaking his head, Vorn took a flying leap from the roof. He landed a few short feet from , flicking his cigarette along the way. The ale mug sat on the rooftop still, as he'd certainly need both hands for this. "Why 'ello there, m'lady." The man bowed gracefully, with a slight flourish, an almost chivalrous gesture, before offering his hands. "...shall we?"
Her eyes darted first to Alenka and then to Vorn after their simultaneous arrival, and that grin turned fire-bright, so wide and amused it was in the twirl. ?Well, suddenly I seem to have two lovely choices. If this is what I gain by staying at the railing I should do that more often.? She turned to Alenka first. ?Well met indeed, I'm Jaycy. You're lovely.? Then to Vorn. ?And to you, well met, m'lord.? She addressed Alenka once more. ?Mayhaps as he is the more reluctant I should honor him first??
Glancing over at Vorn, Alenka snickered, leaning over to whisper in ridiculously loud theatrical fashion to Jaycy. "Aye, reckon he coul' do wi' a good ... dance," she suggested, molten brown eyes twinkling wickedly. "I hear' he hasn' had a good dance in months." She winked outrageously, and fired off a salute to Vorn. "An' now m'goin' t'ge outta th' way 'fore he slaps me," she laughed, and leapt off the porch, rolling into a cartwheel. "Don' f'rget, Lovely Jaycy, y'owe me a dance now!"
"Ohhh, I'm no lord, m'lady," Vorn's grin was utterly devious. "A scoundrel on the best o'days, I'm 'fraid..." A glance then cut to Alenka. "If by months y'mean minutes... I can't argue there!" She retorted, "Rather have folk thinkin' yer a slut, Vorn-lad?" Alenka chuckled, ducking behind Fia.
?I'll not forget.? Jaycy called after Alenka, laughingly, and she stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to Tass' cheek in greeting before he moved on. ? Heyas, love.? Her attention then turned fully to Vorn and she reached for his once-offered hands. ?We shall dance. And I'm no lady, so we're even.? A breath taken, caught in the sudden whirlwind of the cousins. ?And I promise I'll not take advantage of you yet. Unless you ask nicely.? Her brows lifted a moment, lips twitching.
The man could move faster than the wind itself, but with this one he would take his time. "Oh, I always ask nicely," spoken with an impish grin, "...if I have to ask."
It wasn?t often anymore that Jaycy wore the colorful gypsy skirts she?d once been known for. Psly?s unconscious influence had found her in jeans and a t-shirt more often than anything in recent months. However, it shouldn?t have been a surprise that she once more donned the garb of her known heritage for the evening of Lilli?s dancing lesson. A cream chemise lay under bodice and skirts meant to invoke thoughts of a living flame ? bright yellows, oranges and crimson.
She meandered her way down the road, barefoot, already swaying her hips slightly in time to the beats of the drums as they echoed down the way. A few women could already be seen spinning, flashes of the bright jeweled costumes catching the light from the decorations just so. She quickened her pace, drawn like a moth to a flame. The gypsy skipped up the stairs, fiery skirts flickering about her shins, and offered a smile to those already in attendance.
She scampered toward the railing and hopped up, settling herself in the corner junction. She was content to simply watch the ladies at their dancing. She crossed her ankles, swinging her legs in time with the music. Fingers rapped lightly on the wooden railing to the beat.
A turn about brought Jaycy into Lilli?s gaze and the buxom lady greeted the much smaller one. "A sigh' fer sore eyes!? Jaycy?s retort came laughingly. ?You definitely aren?t.? Her green-gold gaze travelled obviously up and down the other woman?s figure and she followed it with a roguish grin. Too late to notice, Lilli had already moved on to greet another newcomer.
She chuckled, enjoying the night and the dancing figures. She kept time with Niamh?s beats, feeling the drumbeats from head to toe. Her eyes lit with pleasure and amusement of the night, clapping softly to help keep the pace for the dancers on the carpets.
Lilli suddenly pointed toward her, trilling up toward the roof and her too-quick cousin. "Ge' tha' red haired vixen! I know she's jus' playin' possum!" Jaycy blinked, looking over, and held her palms up with a laugh. ?No, no, I had a ?? She paused for effect, giving a lecherous grin. ?long day. I'm too tired to dance.?
Hearing Jaycy, Lilli turned to stick her tongue out and motioned towards Vorn again. "Don' worry Jayc', he's super fas', he won' be bu' a minu'e o' yer t'ime." Alenka's eyes shot to Jaycy at Lilli's shout. if Vorn didn't get down here, she would be the one to slink over and tug the red-haired beauty out into the midst of the dancers. "Y'kin ne'er be t'tired t'dance!" she laughed, swaying her way over to beckon insistently to Jaycy. "C'mon, show him up there wha' he's bein' t'lazy t'enjoy."
Jaycy leaned out over the railing to peer at Vorn, then blew him a kiss. Alenka's taunting words caught her attention next and she turned the grin on the other lady ?You're almost tempting me to make you come and get me.? Her brows lifted and the grin grew wider ? there may have been a challenge in her words. She slid off the railing, however, sure that once she?d been targeted she?d soon be on the carpets.
Alenka laughed uproariously at that, taking the challenge head on. She took a small run up, and leapt up over the railing and onto the porch to land neatly beside Jaycy. "Y'shoul' ne'er challenge a Garridan, swee'lin'," she grinned, taking the redhead's hand and making to spin her gently. "M'Alenka ... see tha' Lilli there? She's m'cousin. Y'ain' goin' t'win this argumen', I kin guarantee." Another cheeky grin and a wink.
"Can't be helped, I s'pose." Shaking his head, Vorn took a flying leap from the roof. He landed a few short feet from , flicking his cigarette along the way. The ale mug sat on the rooftop still, as he'd certainly need both hands for this. "Why 'ello there, m'lady." The man bowed gracefully, with a slight flourish, an almost chivalrous gesture, before offering his hands. "...shall we?"
Her eyes darted first to Alenka and then to Vorn after their simultaneous arrival, and that grin turned fire-bright, so wide and amused it was in the twirl. ?Well, suddenly I seem to have two lovely choices. If this is what I gain by staying at the railing I should do that more often.? She turned to Alenka first. ?Well met indeed, I'm Jaycy. You're lovely.? Then to Vorn. ?And to you, well met, m'lord.? She addressed Alenka once more. ?Mayhaps as he is the more reluctant I should honor him first??
Glancing over at Vorn, Alenka snickered, leaning over to whisper in ridiculously loud theatrical fashion to Jaycy. "Aye, reckon he coul' do wi' a good ... dance," she suggested, molten brown eyes twinkling wickedly. "I hear' he hasn' had a good dance in months." She winked outrageously, and fired off a salute to Vorn. "An' now m'goin' t'ge outta th' way 'fore he slaps me," she laughed, and leapt off the porch, rolling into a cartwheel. "Don' f'rget, Lovely Jaycy, y'owe me a dance now!"
"Ohhh, I'm no lord, m'lady," Vorn's grin was utterly devious. "A scoundrel on the best o'days, I'm 'fraid..." A glance then cut to Alenka. "If by months y'mean minutes... I can't argue there!" She retorted, "Rather have folk thinkin' yer a slut, Vorn-lad?" Alenka chuckled, ducking behind Fia.
?I'll not forget.? Jaycy called after Alenka, laughingly, and she stood on tiptoes to press a kiss to Tass' cheek in greeting before he moved on. ? Heyas, love.? Her attention then turned fully to Vorn and she reached for his once-offered hands. ?We shall dance. And I'm no lady, so we're even.? A breath taken, caught in the sudden whirlwind of the cousins. ?And I promise I'll not take advantage of you yet. Unless you ask nicely.? Her brows lifted a moment, lips twitching.
The man could move faster than the wind itself, but with this one he would take his time. "Oh, I always ask nicely," spoken with an impish grin, "...if I have to ask."