goggles. /// yi-dashi.
Starter for @feyquil
Yi lurked at subtle distance from Rakan, only half aware that he was staring. Normally he didn’t care for incidental places passed along his way, or the celebrations they hosted. Normally, however, festivities weren’t accented by the flurry of dance, and the richness of Vastayan magic. His goggles had been caught, and there they remained to watch. Now, when all was done, he just had to think of something to say that would justify his prolonged gaze.
“… You certainly have the spirit of performance in you.” Yi commented eventually, when he found the right moment to approach. His lenses rolled with micro-adjustments, invisible candles seeming to flutter behind the fixtures as he grasped for his beard, “In a literal sense, perhaps? I could not say much to that, though this much I can say: You must dedicate a lot of time to your craft, yes? If not, then you are a raw talent the likes of which I have yet to see. I do not suspect that is so, however. I stand intrigued and impressed by any sort of dedication to a skill.”
The Bladesman offered a swift dip of his back with the last thought, hoping no awkward silences would find him when he rose again.
dance is an art that must not be underestimated. some may view it with scorn, they may perceive each move futile, fruitless, & as naught but hedonistic movements whose only purpose is to serve one's own sense of pleasure & enjoyment. but, oh, it's more than that !! far, far more than just that —— these festivals granted dance its opportunity to shine in the spotlight. under that beauteous, setting sun, there is rakan at the center of these festivals, allowed a moment for his song & dance to captivate an audience, for their eyes to remain on him ( oh, how the rekindled fire in their eyes sated him ), for their cheers & jubilant grins to be for him, caused all by him. dance's intricacies are understood by he, lhotlan vastaya whose dance continues eliciting the elated claps, he is their beacon, the epitome of being carefree, to simply enjoy each moment. his dance is as invigorating as it is inspiring. a breath of life bestowed onto them by this art he's meticulously perfected to his standards.
as his dance comes to a close, a singular limb is brought up, graceful & unbothered in its movement as it dramatically remains above his head. held in place for a few moments, as if to prolong their praise, only to then transition into a theatrical final bow. the crowd that once gazed & cheered for him begin dispersing, their smiles a reminder to rakan : god damn is he good at what he does. once he's no longer the center of attention, it's his cue to leave, to find the human's delicate sweet, the chocolate he's long since craved. such is the plan, until he's approached by a man from the audience earlier. huh, he looks pretty cool.
❛ wow, that's a new one. ❜ chuckle emits from his throat, pearly whites visible with the oncoming grin. praise isn't uncommon, it's welcomed at all times, but to this degree ? he's rather flattered, perhaps not only because he was mentioned to have the spirit of performance, but the simple acknowledgement of his hard work ... he kinda likes it ! ❛ thanks ! what can i say ? i put a lot of practice into my dance, gotta make sure it's beautiful & perfect, just like me. i can't settle for less. ❜ it's his source of pride, one of many sides to his vanity. ❛ name's rakan by the way, goggles ! but, you knew that already. at least, i think you did. ❜