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| Trapa sighed as she watched the admiring looks that was sent her way... to towards her companions. She was a professional dancer... if you could call this professional. She, and a couple of others had teamed up to... dance and entertain the many men and woman who came and visited Istabitha's Weyr. It was her home, and for her, it was the least she could do. Trapa was 15 turns old, one of the oldest of the team. They didn't have a name, but they were known as the Dancers around the Weyr. Oh, they didn't dance those kind of dances, the parents wouldn't allow them! They danced dances that expressed their own emotions... anger, frustration.... and love. They danced twice a sevenday at the Kitchens. The headwoman would make some space right infront of the hearth by dragging all the benches around it. It was a good place to dance. The fire added to the... mysteriousness of it all. They would have harpers from all over come, and would ask them to perform with them. Not all of them agreed, but they could find a few. Right now, the dance was about to end. she took her final position and smiled. Another day of dancing has gone by.... she raised her arms above her head and crossed them over, then did a final turn, and sat down. Hearing the applause they were given, Trapa couldn't help but beam at the audience. They loved them! |
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| Trapa was quite short of her age. 5"2. She was tall and slender, with firm muscles from all the training. She didn't boast the curves many dancers did, with their tiny waist, large hips... etc. She had long tanned legs from practicing outside, her breasts were small, as were her waist. She had narrow shoulders, and a small, oval face. Trapa had 1/4 length black hair. It was more gray black then blue black or red black. It framed her face with an "m" shape around her forhead. It was slightly wavy, but more on the straight side. Her eyes were a dark brown gray. Depending on the colors she wore. When wearing green, they seemed more browner, when wearing dark colors, such as black., they seemed |
| more on the gray side. Trapa had two brothers, and one sister. The sister didn't live at the Weyr, she resided in another one. But the other three siblings lived together with their parents. Cle was the name of her mother. She was a small, sweet looking figure. Cle was quiet, like her sons, and serious. She didn't disobey her spouse, and did anything to please him. Trapa loved her mother although she would often wish for her to have more of a back bone. But her father was a different matter. His name was Monte. There was nothing wrong with him, just what he hated. And |
| this confused his youngest daughter. Monte, didn't like dragon riders. He didn't like firelizards. He didn't like watch whers, and he didn't like dragons. Yet, with all his dislikes, he still lived at Istabithas! It was something that puzzled the whole family, but they didn't dare ask. Monte had a very famous temper. And no one wanted to be there when it was unleashed. But with all his faults, he was Trapa's father. And she loved him. Trapa was a confident woman. She carried herself around proudly. She wasn't one to make rash decisions, and would think before acting. She liked to be in charge, and didn't like to be the last one to know things. Trapa was quiet, and she expected to be listened when she spoke, and to take her seriously. She wasn't one to be shy, and she liked to make others feel at home. But she didn't like being friendly to strangers, and was wary of too much attention. (But hey, everyone likes to be admired some times in their lives, don't they?) Trapa had a passion for felines and flowers. She loved the cute little felines and the way their large eyes peeped up at you. She loved the way they would feel. The softness, and the way their body would rumble when purring. And flowers! Oh, the heavy odor of the musky looking flowers, and the way the smell would envelope you and somehow tickle your senses! And there was also that feeling of joy when you recieved even one blossom from someone who admired you. Or the way you danced. Trapa owned a feline. She had adopted him at Talor Cliff Weyr one day when she had visited the place. It was one of the biggest Weyrs she had ever visited. And she had also picked up a few seedlings in her last visit. They were now in full blossom, and she meant to keep them that way as long as possible. "Trapa!" |