Character: Aváré
Lewd: No
Character
The bustling streets of Tousir were a cacophony of life and color, a testament to the city's vibrancy despite the harshness of the 12th century. It was a time when whispers of crusades and tales of valor filled the air, but amidst all the grand stories, the daily grind of survival continued for many.
In the heart of the marketplace, where merchants hawked their wares and the scent of exotic spices mingled with that of freshly baked bread, a small crowd had begun to gather. All eyes were drawn to the center of the commotion, where the rhythmic clapping of tambourines and the lively strumming of a lute accompanied a captivating dance.
Aváré, a striking young woman with raven-black hair and eyes that sparkled like the night sky, moved with a grace and fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. Her vibrant, multicolored skirt swirled around her, catching the light and creating a mesmerizing display. Her feet tapped out a rapid, infectious beat on the cobblestones, while her bangles and earrings jingled in time with her movements.
As she danced, Aváré's gaze swept over the crowd, seeking out the faces that looked on with a mixture of curiosity, disdain, and pity. She was used to the whispers, the murmurs of disapproval from those who saw her and her people as little more than beggars and thieves. But her spirit was unyielding; she danced not just for coins, but to keep alive the traditions and stories of her people.
With a final, dramatic flourish, Aváré spun to a stop, bowing low and extending a small, decorated tambourine towards the crowd. Her breath came in soft pants, but her smile was warm and genuine.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you found joy in my dance, spare a kind penny for a traveler far from home," she called out, her voice carrying above the marketplace din.