Ha ha, story, huh?

[Lily of the Night]

I believe I'm going to refresh my memory a bit and write about my wonderful SRP and Kelj Islands.

I also believe it shall take place before the war between the two islands started. In fact, I believe I'll make this take place before they even remember... Oh, I know! I'll write about the legendary Verdavay's dancer! yes!! I've wanted to do this story for a while...

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Now, however, I must remember where Verdavay is located...
If my memory is correct, then it's on one of the Kelj Islands.... Hmmm, so is my Doshi story, actually... Oh, crap, I guess I'll hafta go get my laptop...

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Okay, I guess I'll start the roleplay now that I have my laptop and have THOROUGHLY SEARCHED IT FOR A NON-EXISTANT FILE ABOUT THE KELJ ISLANDS AND THEIR FREAKIN NAMES SO I CAN CONTINUE ON WITH THIS STORY AND MY LIFE IN GENERAL. So I'll just start writing now.

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Sashala could dance. And there was no doubt about that. She could dance and twirl.

But it wasn't just that she could dance. Oh, no. Jamaek [pronounced jah-MAH-keh] would always say "she dances the wind and soars through a sky we shall never see." Of course, yes, her sister was a poetic. And not just a poetic, but a romantic. Young romantics of the time were easily identifiable by their outragous clothes they wore.

Or course, Sashala wasn't a romantic. But she wasn't a stickler either. She was more of an inbetween. Her parents, strict to tradition, kept her out of most trouble. But her sister. And not just Jamaek. All of her older sisters were young Romantics. Although the eldest wasn't all that young anymore.

her younger sister, Hadgih [pronounced hah-DAJ-ee] was more of a mix as well. But no one in Sashala's family could dance. At least, none could dance all the great. Nor could anyone they know dance just like her. Sashala was the only one who could "soar on the wind as she danced."

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Thus Sashala decided to become a dancer.

Well, to tell the truth, it was her sister who had helped this decicion be born. Udalu [Pronounced oo-DAHL-OO], the second oldest in the family, had come up behind her one day as she danced.

Of course, Sashala was not supposed to be dancing at that time. And though it was not because her parents had forbid it (for they could not forbid dancing. Dancing was a tradition, really. So there seemed no reason to forbid her dancing as long as the dancing was not causing trouble) it was because Sashala should have been sweeping instead of swinging her broom about while she danced.

So when Udalu tapped Sashala on the shoulder the latter jumped a considerable hight.

Sashala bowed, placing her hands flat on her sides and beding at the waist, as was custom. When Udalu shooed at her impatiently, Sashala raised ehr eyebrows, until Udalu had complete the bow as well. Of course, custom called that the youngest show respects first, letting the eldest complete last as a sign of recognition.

Udalu was then all over her precious little sister. "Sashala-mia, oh dear, that dance was wonderful!" the suffice -mia was generally used with younger sisters, as -mi was used with elder.

Sashala looked up at the girl. "Are you serious, Udalu-mi? You won't turn me in to Mome and Pape?"

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To this Udalu laughed. "Turn you in? Sashala-mia you must be joking! Remember, I like your dancing!" And Sashala nodded.

"Now, this is the idea I have for you..." Udalu said, then continued to talk of Sashala's possible career.

Ever since Sashala had dreamed of dancing. So she worked hard. Their family worked and lived in the perfect place. Their city was the great city of Verdavay. Located in the Order of the Kelj Islands, Verdavay was a great place for Prefomers, Dancers, and all sorts of Talents.

However the center of Verdavay where all of such resided was off limits to the poor little 15 year-old girl with strict tranditional parents. Sashala's father owned a bank, of sorts. It held people's deeds, keeping track of who did what with evidence. And although it was not the watcher's department, it held high value among the Klejinian peoples.

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Sashala looked around. "Hadgih-mia! Hadgih-mia, where are you?"

She ran up the path and turned the corner in their home gardens. And there sat Hadgih, a book in hand.

Hadgih bowed, then Sashala.

"Hadgih-mia, what've you been doing?" she whispered. It was well known that their parents required formal talk, so it was only in private conversations that the idea could be let down.

Hadgih put the book down. "Are you kiddin me? I've been sitting right here forever." Sashala laughed out loud. "I was here several times. I know this is one of your spots. You haven't been here."

Hadgih sighed. "So?"

"So," Sashala pressed, "what the hell `ave you been doing? Oh, oh no," she stopped as Hadgih shook her head. "Tell me or I tell on you, My-mi."

Hadgih sighed. "Alright, Alright already. But you can't tell anyone e--" She was cut off but a sharp look. "Does My-mi really think I'd turn her in?"

The mi laughed. "Alright. I went... I went into the middle of the city." Sashala gasped. "You what?" Hadgih laughed again. "I went to Inner Verdavay, okay?"

Sashala shook her head. "Not okay. You know what this means..." Hadgih suddenly lost her playful air. "No, My-mia you promised! Oh, mia, you're so horrible! Yuck, you discusting, Sashala!"

Although Sashala was taken slightly back by the lack of suffix, she shook her head without resentment. "It's unacceptable without proper guidance." She cut off Hadgih's sigh, "Someone such as me! How could you not have told me? You know how much I want to go there! How! When!" Suddenly, she became suspicious, and her eyes turned to mere slits. "Why?"

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Hadgih looked around. "Well, there are certain reasons," she began, with Sashala listening intently.

"Down there, in the valley in the middle of our city, there are so many lights, and streets with people walking around and people running by. There are no cars, since it would be too crazy, but there are plenty of scooters." Sashala nodded eagerly.

"The smoke is everywhere. And it's not smog, but the smoke from cigarettes and pipes. It comes from the bars and the Preforms. Oh, My-mia, it's so absolutely amazing!" Then she paused.

"Why?" Sashala pressed.

"Well, I've been going down, meeting with some different people, at first."

"Who?" she asked surprised, "Who would you know down there?"

"Rees-kojo was the first to get me down there," she explained, talking about their 13-year-old next door neighbor. Sashala was in shock. "Rees-kojo? She's younger than me!" Hadgih laughed. "Yeah, and her parents aren't nuts."

"You said at first!" Sashala reminded.

"Well, after I started going with her, I got to know the area a little better. And there's this restuarant, with this nice family, and this boy--"

"A BOY!?" Sashala yelled, so loudly that Hadgih clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut your trap, you dork!" and Sashala shut up.

"So, I've been going to this restaurant to see the Rins Family and Voker-ah." The suffix -ah was used for boys and young men.

"His age?"

"...."

"Oh, come on!" Sashala whispered fiercly and pushed at her mi. When silence followed, she said. "Age! Now!"

"Seventeen." she replied with a sigh.

"Wow... he's so... old."

"Not really! He's only five years older than me!"

"True, I guess. So, that's it?"

"Yes."

"Then when are you taking me?"

"What?!"

"When can I go?"

"You can't just go!"

"Sure I can! You did, right?"

"... fine. Tomorrow I'll come to your room to help you get ready."

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Sashala ran down the street.

"We're going!" she exclaimed, jumping. Hadgih came up from behind. "Not yet, don't jump yet," Hadgih said quietly, "We need to actually get there first."

"True, Hadgih-mia," Sashala said, and she slowed to a walk. "So, how much further."

"Ha ha, My-mi," Hadgih said, "we're here!" and she pushed through the front gates.

Sashala was in shock at the magnificant scene before her. SHe wanted to taste the cinnamon cakes, whose smells hit her square on. And not just the cinnamon cakes, but the honey drips and the crackers and the sharp wines that all the street vendors sold.

The jewelry from the Distancian people was constructed from the woodmetal that was only found in three other places and many stores held the Twin Cities' expensive silk.

There were also fortune shops, and as they walked down the winding streets many Fortunates attempted to explain a future.

"You'll have five children--"

"Your husband will be beautiful--"

"You'll live a long life with no family--"

"--miss out on the last of your life--"

"You need a magic cap."

The last statement caught Sashala and soon she was turning into the shop.

"No! Sashala-mi, come on! Oh, you know they can't be trusted!" Hadgih said, pulling on the back of the deep orange tunic that Sashala had worn.

The Fortunate laughed. "Yes, my dear Sashala-eh," she said with the term for a young woman, "we are not to be trusted. We shall say so ourselves. But the future is something with which to find."

And with that the two girls were drawn in to the small tent. As Sashala gazed around, completely entranced, Hadgih asked, "Are these bed cloths?" But Sashala laughed. "Fortunates are not the best with apparel, apparently."

They combed through the selections, realizing that this Fortunate must have come from a magic land. "Where?" Sashala asked, and the lady came out from a different clothed room.

"Where are these from? Oh, Sachala-eh, honey, I come from the ultimate city, Magic's Docking."

"Sashala," Hadgih pressed, "Her name is Sashala."

The woman laughed once more. It was a haughty laugh, like she was keeping a secret that she was just loving. "A beautiful name indeed. You want a reading, dear?"

But Sashala shook her head. "No, but it was a pleasure. Gods bless your day." And the two sisters left.