The raven hair tumbled freely across the smooth marble floor leading towards a mound of silken pillows. Pillows of royal Orchid, Duck egg blue and Caribbean green fringed with golden tassels. Reclining lazily upon the fine furnishings, with her darken locks tumbling down her slender bare back, Was the Princess of Agrabah. She steadily fanned herself with a great fan of feathers as the perspiration started to bead on her bronzen skin. The day was so damnably hot, She thought with a sigh. The heat partnered with boredom was intolerable and made her so very restless. She rolled onto her back, writhing as the damp skin pressed against the silk pillows. She surveyed the room and the balcony over looking the palace grounds as she continued to slowly fan herself, shivering as the tips of the feather faintly caressed her firm bare mi drift. But then something caught her eye; The palace gates were opening. She gracefully ( and Accompanied with the disjointed jingling of her golden bangles and earrings) propped herself up for a better view. Indeed, The Gates were open and the guards seemed to be holding back a horde of garish but ragged vagabonds. The gates however closed with a quick and resounding snap after the palace guards ushered through Jafar and one of the women vagabonds. The woman was no doubt going to serve as a gift from Jafar to the Sultan, Jasmine thought was disdain as she looked away. How dare men use women as nothing more then entertainment! Jasmine thought, quickening the pace of her fan in irritation. Dispite her displeasure, she had to look back to see the woman, for curiousity's sake. Reluctantly she gave the balcony a sideways glance before she felt her eyes drawn to give the women her full gaze.
She was buxom and beautiful; with dark skin and wild ebony hair only tamed by thin pink scarf. Her firm hands were bond together but a thick and coarse rope, held by jafar, who taunted her with the reminder of her captivity and his control as he pulled her along the pathway and flowerbeds towards the main entrance of the palace. She cursed and hissed like a wild cobra as she resisted and fought against him as best she could. Jasmine felt herself willing the Vagabond woman to escape, as she rose and walked towards the balcony to watch the scene. She couldn't help it, there was something captivating and unpredictable that intrigued Jasmine. As Jasmine approached the balcony, the Vagabond woman looked up at her. Jasmine retreated back a step under such a piercing and direct gaze but stepped forwards again. The vagabond woman had the most extraordinary emerald eyes. The two women held the exchange of looks before the vagabond was pulled out of sight under the balcony and towards the palace doorway. Jasmine gasped, releasing that she hadn't dared to breath under the other woman's retreated back into her bedroom and picked up her fan, quickly fanning herself and taking care to keep her back towards the balcony. Why should she care so that a vagabond gave her a look? she was only brought here to be entertainment. A present from a courtier to a Sultan, like all the other "gifts". But yet there was something decidedly different about this one, perhaps that was her talent that warranted an audience with the sultan? in any case, Jasmine reminded herself, She would find out later when the Vagabond was brought to preform before her and the sultan. Then she would see what made this Vagabond so speacial.