loria kneels on the ground hearing the start of the music. Blonde hair
loosely flows from tight knot holding her curly locks in place. Her body starts
to tremble in fear for this is the first dance she has performed. The dance has
been practice multiple time and there should be no fear but still she worries if
she will trip and fall. Unease of the possibility that the dance doesn't
please her Master is exposed from the trembling in her limbs.
Slowly from the ground, up she dances as to welcome the inner slave into her
soul, Fearful of the possibility of being undesirable and being passed by. loria
shakes in that fear attempting to achieve the confidence to continue.
Hearing the music urges her limbs to follow in the music; the rhythm teases her,
compelling her to continue with its hypnotic spell. Eyes scan the audience as
she urns to seek her Master gaze.
loria finds her Master in the crowd and a sudden confidence rushes over her
being. Breathes easier as she orbits around the sands knowing he is there. In
her gyrations, she gazes upon her sisters-in-chain and feels the joy of her
family supporting her in this Dance. The fear eases and starts feeling the fire
build up with in her.
Embraces the fire as she remember who she is and what she has become. No
longer a timed girl, afraid of what lay in front of her, but a strong girl, with
the desire of girl and the heart of a slave. Beads of sweat trickle from her
corn colored brow as the flames consume her, hips gyrating to the sounds the air
that bellow through out the sands.
loria’s speed increases to the final rhythm of the song, heart ponding
with joy as she knows she has done her best. Her inner core burns with schooling
flames of desire which have awakened in her. she is what she is and will forever
be. Falling to her knees head held strong she speaks the must true words with
the soul that is ablaze, “la, kajira!”