31 - Festivity, the people of Curt

"Let the ladies show us the trick."

The Monarch called as designated ladies began to make their way to the heart of the scene.

They were dressed lightly. Around their legs to the rise of their ankles were ornaments like leg necklaces which were made from some tingling and jingling substances.

These added pep to their steps and they ran to the scene and held the position necessary to displaying whatever art they had in stock.

Their faces were painted white with some stripes of Ash making it quite difficultly to discern one color from the other.

They only had small coverings over their boobs and their waist down the fall of their thighs.

Only few of the six ladies had large boobs, others had portable ones they could toss to the rhythm of the beats.

They were dancers and of course they were there to entertain both the people and the Monarch.

And since the Monarch had no really special place in the village and could be seen as a mere man, the sitting arrangements of the onlookers wasn't so special.

The men were seated on the right while the women on the left. The kids were seated by their mothers.

The aisle of the sitting arrangements housed the dancers.

The Monarch was seated amongst the men and only those who belonged to the villagers would identify him from a commoner.

Such was their life in all occasion. Especially in such festivity.

Twas the festival of the land when they showcase all of their artworks and appreciate the efforts of every persons who lived as a villager.

There were rites to be observed. The kids, the mothers and the dancers.

The men only would observe and bless whatever was done.

Few magicians would make their way but twasn't their time yet.

As soon as the ladies would finish their hopping and swaying, the magicians would have their way.

The ladies got to their things as soon as the flute fiddler finished with his own notable notes.

There were few youngsters, all-male at the death of their twenty's that were playing drums.

The drums were made from the skins of some of the cats they loved hunting.

The drums didn't have extended base but some round pegs. But their rhythm were top-notch.

You could tell from the way the ladies have their best.

Even some of the women tossed their bodies to the rage of the rhythm.

A woman who had been given to the rhythm stopped swaying her body immediately she noticed the disapproval seeped in the retinas of her husband.

The ladies stopped dancing and three men without clothes but leathers covering their waist down to the rise of their thighs walked out.

They were the magicians.

As soon as they stepped out, the people cheered and you could tell from their approval that the enthusiasm was with no call.

The first man removed his cap and out of the cap he poured hot lava with gold stripes.

All the people cheered because he removed the cap from a head with long and full hair.

The second dusted his leather short and powders began to flush till he was covered in it and at a whistle, he was again as though he had just had his bath.

Again the people cheered while the last man got on his own trick too.

Few days after the festivity, they would have some visitors.