Name: Follower of the Light
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: Robert Jordan owns the Wheel of Time, not me. Thanks to Steve for the name Vaneccna :)
Chapter One: Dancer
The coarse nature of the fabric on her skin was an irritation only increased by the stifling heat of too many bodies in one place.
The music that seemed to the rest of the audience mesmerizing and beautiful held Kaiya in chains, tied to the relentless enslaught of notes, each beat a hammer driving her to the next elegant step of the dance.
Her body swayed seductively while her hands wove their own intricate patterns with subtle shifts and intricate nuances, that Kaiya thoroughly doubted any of the audience appreciated, being unable to see past the suggestive way she moved her hips.
Mentally she sighed to herself, disgusted. Then admonished herself. She shouldnt feel displeasure at serving the Light, for there was no greater honour. Despite this though, relief still swarmed through her when she recognised the last bars of the music.
Her movements sinuous, graceful, she curtsied to the audience who were alternating between applauding at her performance, or hissing because she was being guided off stage.
His arms were around her the second she was alone in the dressing room, and she didnt startle, only gratefully relaxed into his embrace. Without looking she knew he wasnt wearing his trademark white cloak.
"That was very nicely done Kaiya, very nice."
"Oh, yes, very nice," there was strong sarcasm in her tone. "So very well done they talked althrough my performance."
He turned her around in his arms. "Be careful who you try and pick a fight with Kaiya. If you were not so useful, or I were any other Child of the Light, you would be dead for your insolence. If youre entertainment loosened their tongues, then only rejoice, because it means you have more to report."
Smart enough not to reply with a flippant comment, she nodded. "I will go speak to the Lord Captain Commander now. The drunk ramblings of these ignorant scum may have provided some things of interest to him." There was a hardness in her tone now, the sarcasm and softness gone. This was business.
Cedric nodded in agreement, reaching out to pick up the dark cloak made of a heavy fabric. Kaiya took it from his hands expressionlessly, donning the full length garment, but leaving the hood down. Seating herself Kaiya pulled on her knee-length riding boots deftly and in silence, until the man spoke once again.
"Go quickly. was looking for you earlier. I would chance a guess that he has a new task for you. You had better not risk his displeasure once again, or you'll cop more than a lashing. I saddled your horse already. Now go."
He offered no hand to help her to her feet, made no gesture of dismissal, just stood there impatiently waiting for the lip-reading spy to leave.
Deliberatley pushing his temper Kaiya stood slowly and straightened her clothes before calmly striding from the room.
Moments later the pounding off hoofs could be heard, as Kaiya sped off to the Children of the Light's camp that stood just outside the city, her face now hid in the swirling darkness of black fabric and midnight shadows.
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: Robert Jordan owns the Wheel of Time, not me. Thanks to Steve for the name Vaneccna :)
Chapter One: Dancer
The coarse nature of the fabric on her skin was an irritation only increased by the stifling heat of too many bodies in one place.
The music that seemed to the rest of the audience mesmerizing and beautiful held Kaiya in chains, tied to the relentless enslaught of notes, each beat a hammer driving her to the next elegant step of the dance.
Her body swayed seductively while her hands wove their own intricate patterns with subtle shifts and intricate nuances, that Kaiya thoroughly doubted any of the audience appreciated, being unable to see past the suggestive way she moved her hips.
Mentally she sighed to herself, disgusted. Then admonished herself. She shouldnt feel displeasure at serving the Light, for there was no greater honour. Despite this though, relief still swarmed through her when she recognised the last bars of the music.
Her movements sinuous, graceful, she curtsied to the audience who were alternating between applauding at her performance, or hissing because she was being guided off stage.
His arms were around her the second she was alone in the dressing room, and she didnt startle, only gratefully relaxed into his embrace. Without looking she knew he wasnt wearing his trademark white cloak.
"That was very nicely done Kaiya, very nice."
"Oh, yes, very nice," there was strong sarcasm in her tone. "So very well done they talked althrough my performance."
He turned her around in his arms. "Be careful who you try and pick a fight with Kaiya. If you were not so useful, or I were any other Child of the Light, you would be dead for your insolence. If youre entertainment loosened their tongues, then only rejoice, because it means you have more to report."
Smart enough not to reply with a flippant comment, she nodded. "I will go speak to the Lord Captain Commander now. The drunk ramblings of these ignorant scum may have provided some things of interest to him." There was a hardness in her tone now, the sarcasm and softness gone. This was business.
Cedric nodded in agreement, reaching out to pick up the dark cloak made of a heavy fabric. Kaiya took it from his hands expressionlessly, donning the full length garment, but leaving the hood down. Seating herself Kaiya pulled on her knee-length riding boots deftly and in silence, until the man spoke once again.
"Go quickly. was looking for you earlier. I would chance a guess that he has a new task for you. You had better not risk his displeasure once again, or you'll cop more than a lashing. I saddled your horse already. Now go."
He offered no hand to help her to her feet, made no gesture of dismissal, just stood there impatiently waiting for the lip-reading spy to leave.
Deliberatley pushing his temper Kaiya stood slowly and straightened her clothes before calmly striding from the room.
Moments later the pounding off hoofs could be heard, as Kaiya sped off to the Children of the Light's camp that stood just outside the city, her face now hid in the swirling darkness of black fabric and midnight shadows.