Post by Esmeralda on Aug 17, 2019 3:38:20 GMT
January 20th
Open for all and any in Corona! c:
Corona was a considerably kinder set of streets than those of Paris. The streets familiar with perhaps the types of performers who were more inclined to thievery and swindling an honest man out of his coin. Esmeralda, while clever, was not so prone to such dishonest antics. Although not the orthodox worker tilling the fields or mending the seams of leather shoes, she was willing to earn her coin even as a member of the famous Gilded Wings. Or infamous, it depended on who one was asking. The rich man might not take so kindly but she'd wager there were at least a handful of families and small business owners within even Corona's walls that were grateful for the reach of their charitable organization.
The Romani woman was in the center of one of the many squares of the bright and dazzling city. Djali was dancing upon his little hooves as she twirled about with some varying colored ribbons within her hands. Some laced with glittering threads and patterns while others were transparent, but they made for an alluring display as she let her skirts twirl with each turn of her showy little dance. As Djali centered himself in front of her she flourished her ribbons above the goat, before swiftly thrusting downwards and dispensed a thick pink plume of glittering smoke. When the trick dispersed the goat was gone, and the people were gasping and awing at the display for Esmeralda to smirk pleasantly.
Djali leaped forward from beneath her skirts, and suddenly the people were laughing as Esmeralda clasped a hand over her feigned surprised face, as if she hadn't known he was there all along. Djali came forward with a hat within his teeth and placed it down on the cobblestone for the gathering crowd as she finished. Among some clapping was a whistle or two, which didn't seem to bother her or even so much as garner her attentions as she waved the crowd off appreciatively as they departed upon her ended performance. Chest rising and falling slightly as they dispersed she scooped up the hat and Djali hopped along side her with a clip and a clop of his hooves. He bleated up at her and her emerald gaze shifted down to him at her side with a smile.
"Okay, okay, you were right." she laughed pleasantly.
"Corona people are more generous than Paris." she admitted. Djali tilted his head up proudly, the hoop swinging from his floppy goat ear. The other for the set was upon her own ear, brushing against her neck as she tilted her head to one side and her dark hair swayed. Tying off the floppy hat like it was a purse she fastened it to her skirts beneath the glittering shawl she had tied over her dress. Her bare feet carried her to the fountain and Djali skipped ahead to leap upon its stone wall. As Esmeralda perched there and ran a hand in the water Djali had already begun slurping back the liquid messily.
"Wonder what other trouble we can get in today." she said quietly for herself and Djali, touching some water she'd cupped to the back of her neck to help cool off. They'd done the performance in between Wings duties, she'd likely go forth and disperse the gold earned long before returning to any base. She found it difficult to return to the pile and not simply share the wealth before she got back. There were so many in need, even before the war.
