The Tiger Within Chapter 393

The sky bestowed a fresh snow blanket over the Frost Lands . Pure white, and glistening in the morning sun . The pavilions and temporary tents in city square looked like bright colored flowers tipped with white,  as if they had always been there . Ice cicles like ta.s.sels hanging off the edges of the stages, as though ready to celebrate .

Hard at work, several knights used snow shovels to clear the dance floor . Each stroke revealing the cool grey tiles around the fountain itself . The celebration would start soon . When it did, the opening dance would set off a chain reaction of beauty, dancing, music, and the most delicious foods in the kingdom .

Advertis.e.m.e.ntKyera stood still while her maids twisted fabric around her, making the tight leather fit like a glove to her hips for warmth . Just below her waist line many layers of thinner cloth that spun with her movement flowed down her lower body . Enough layers to keep out the chill but move with her, so not to disrupt the beauty of the dance . Her hair fell freely in its natural state,feathers and beads carefully attached to strands, most the beads in deep purples and clear gla.s.s s.h.i.+mmered in the sunlight . She looked like a Priestess standing still while servants women fussed over her outfit .

"Does the skirt detach properly?" Kyera asked a touch of unease in her voice . She smoothed the skirt gently . It was soft under her fingers . She swished her hips testing the effect of the silver cloth . It reacted to those soft motions by swirling around her hips like water in a jostled gla.s.s . She smiled softly seeing what she wanted to . The varied edges of the skirt danced perfectly .

"Yes, you should be able to pull it off to get a wider range of motion . " the girl offered and Kyera smiled . The innocent child having no idea what Kyera and Clovis had planned .

"Good . The hairpin is secured?" Kyera asked reaching up to gently finger the dangling bits around her Zither .

"Yes Miss, even though it isn't really necessary for this hairstyle . It looks much more magical without the old fas.h.i.+oned accessory . The dress too for that matter . Neither really do you justice, Miss . " The servant replies, sighing deeply . She looked at the skirt she had altered with a touch of disdain . It was such a old costume .

Kyera smiled, there was love in her eyes as she caressed the worn fabric . It was a connection to a woman that loved her, even though she had pa.s.sed before Kyera could truly know her . A gilded beauty . The maid saw the look and her expression softened . Perhaps the old dress was worth restoring .

"I love it . Sometimes the times move too fast for us to appreciate . Using something old to create something  new is a celebration of life . " Kyera replied smiling sweetly before slipping the heavy fur cape on over her dress, hiding it from view .

She slipped out the door and down the steps . Clovis would be with Ramsey, so she didn't have to worry about him . All she had to focus on was the dance . The north stage was already prepared for her… she just waited for the music to begin .

Her grandmother's song was played often, so it wasn't hard to find someone who knew the melody . The tune was known as the Matriarch's favorite song, so most musicians learned it early on . Just in case the chance ever arose, they could play it for her and gain some prestige . The warning notes were strummed and Kyera walked out onto the stage, posing to begin .

Her feet together, head bowed and hands clasped low . She looked as though she had committed the worst of sins, consumed by shame . The song began and she began to slowly move . Her hips, shoulders started to move to the beat, her arms slowly moving up, still clasped close to her body . The crowd was drawn to her drawn to the motions and the emotions of the moment . The drums began to beat, and Kyera bloomed . She began to move with the song, no longer confined to her s.p.a.ce . The story coming to a moment of freedom from the shame that had held her confined as the story began . Her brilliant eyes flas.h.i.+ng golden as the morning sun bathed her body in it's light .