Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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It was another dreary day within the walls of Hallowgrove, seeming a perpetual mere seconds before the threat of rain would fall. Midgeon, young and lithe, weaved through the press of peasants too busy to give her any mind as she snuck a bit of milled corn here, a crumb of cheese there to keep herself fed and healthy enough to perform in the village square.
She was just passing through, this place reminded her far too much of Specularum, the city she grew up in, too many bad memories from that place haunted her here. One week, if she could gather enough to pay her way onto a ship or into a caravan, she would go, she promised herself as she shared the bit of cheese she stole with Squeaks, her only friend, the little grey mouse that hid in her belt pouch or sometimes perched on her shoulder or even atop her head, though that was very rare.
Entering the market square, Midge took her spot near a trickling water fountain, falling quickly into her opening pose as she began thumping the tiny hand drum strapped to her hip. The first few seconds were always difficult, getting noticed, if at all. She was lucky to capture one or two eyes most days, but really, that's all she needed, setting the hook in at least on, getting them to clap and tap their toes, she often made them part of the show.
However, no one seemed to be biting today... six, twelve, eighteen seconds crept by as Little Midge danced and drummed, doing her best not to let her slowly sinking hopes affect her performance as she shifted from her usual light acrobatic dance routine to a more sensual belly dancing routine, dangerous for a young lady her age, but she was that desperate at the moment.
She was just passing through, this place reminded her far too much of Specularum, the city she grew up in, too many bad memories from that place haunted her here. One week, if she could gather enough to pay her way onto a ship or into a caravan, she would go, she promised herself as she shared the bit of cheese she stole with Squeaks, her only friend, the little grey mouse that hid in her belt pouch or sometimes perched on her shoulder or even atop her head, though that was very rare.
Entering the market square, Midge took her spot near a trickling water fountain, falling quickly into her opening pose as she began thumping the tiny hand drum strapped to her hip. The first few seconds were always difficult, getting noticed, if at all. She was lucky to capture one or two eyes most days, but really, that's all she needed, setting the hook in at least on, getting them to clap and tap their toes, she often made them part of the show.
However, no one seemed to be biting today... six, twelve, eighteen seconds crept by as Little Midge danced and drummed, doing her best not to let her slowly sinking hopes affect her performance as she shifted from her usual light acrobatic dance routine to a more sensual belly dancing routine, dangerous for a young lady her age, but she was that desperate at the moment.