Today I am a dancer.
I switch jobs almost daily, given the weather and my current state of living. Somedays, I dance on the street. Others I help harvest the fruits. Most frequently I do chalk drawing on the pavement. None of it is anything special or noticable. I'm half good at a lot of things, not amazing at a few thing, like most people.
The strands of bells that are wrapped around my ankles and wrists provide the melody for my movements. My short skirt twirls and wraps around my legs with my every movement. My waist length hair had come undone from the ( )aided bun that I hadn't put much effort into.
A small crowd of three or four people had stopped to watch me work. So far there was no money on the cloth that I had layed out. By the time I finish, there are a couple Kesh·ge'ai. I collect it gratefully and clutch it to my chest. I've had my money stolen once before, and I'm determained to not let it happen again.
I'm certainly not rich, but I get by. I almost always have enough money for three meals a day, and for clothes. If I'm lucky, I can afford to stay a night or two at an inn. Most nights I stay with a friend. On my worst nights, I rely on a man picking me up in a pub. On the rare occasion that my nights are worse than that, I know a quiet alley that's not near any busy streets.
Soon I find a bench to sit on. It's relief to my aching feet to take my weight off of them. Taking off the bells feels like such a burden lifted, it makes me never want to put them on again. I do enjoy dancing, but sometimes the pain overshadows the joy. I much prefer artwork.
I tuck the bells into my small purple sack, and tie it to the belt on my hips. I take a moment to ( )aid some strands of my hair. My face flushes purple as I catch the eyes of a familiar man in the crowd. I rarely forget a face, sometimes that's more of a curse than a blessing.
This life is not a charmed one. Most people consider my way of life as a scandal. Sometimes I hear whispers when I'm around, and I know of a few rumors cirrculating. I try to dispel the rumors whenever I hear them. Something always comes back up.
Though for what matters, I'm mostly happy.