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Niyati's soft giggle pulled his attention from the swirling tea, his eyes falling on her curiously. Then with an abashed grin he scratched at the back of his head and laughed along with her quietly. He hadn't realized how odd he must look to them all, surely it was obvious to her father and brother that he had never done any of this before. Suddenly very nervous of how he was supposed to act, he stared back down into his tea, drinking from it occasionally. Though each sip always seemed to bring back a bright light in his eyes. He roused from his thoughts when he heard the girls name from the quietness. "Dancing?" He whispered very softly under his breath, in order to not draw more attention. Though he became preoccupied with the way Niyati's eyes and face glimmered at the word. He resisted the urge to stand up after her and follow her, instead making himself stay crouched. Though his senses strained so that he could still hear her moving around, even though she had slipped behind a camel. When she returned to the fire, his eyes widened and his mouth went slack-jawed from the vision in front of him. Niyati was a pretty girl to begin with, her features very graceful and sweet, even when she worked hard to keep the herd together. But now standing in the wash of white linen and gold pieces, with the firelight throwing it's light against her, he was left without words. "Niyati...."Was all that he managed to choke out before he averted his gaze for a moment, a large blush tinting his cheeks and neck.
"You look just like your mother..." Ali breathed, a proud smile on his face. Niyati's smile seemed to glow in the gentle and flickering light that the camp fire gave out. The gold painted jewelry glittered softly, contrasting the simple white she adorned. Taking off her shawl, she let her long, sandy blond hair hang down at full length- more than half way down her back. Zill was grinning and reached into the pocket of his pants. He pulled out a small instrument and pressed it against his lips. One eye locked on his younger sister, Ali's son waited for Niyati to give him a nod before he began to play. Once the notes began to glide out of the instrument and fill the air, the girl's dark hues closed and a placid expression met her features. She remained perfectly still for quite some time, her breathing deep and steady as she listened to the music her brother played. At last, Niyati broke the stillness that had fallen over her. Slowly and with liquid-like movement, she lifted her arms over her head, her left gently clutching her wrist while her right extended fully and opened up her hand. In a split second, the music sped up from its slow and peaceful flow; Niyati's body seemed to be one with the music as her whole being responded to the change. Sweeping her arms down, she lifted up her feet and placed them in a mesmerizing pattern. Her skirt and hair flared up just the slightest bit as she twirled and spun, her arms and legs moving along to the rhythm of the music her brother played. The light of the fire gave her skin the appearance of a spirit-like glow as she moved, positioning herself in different spots around the camp site, twice beside Kalil and Ali, and manuvering once around Zill.
![[Angel of Wolves]](https://a1cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/7e/98/59fb5bf616987e.png?t=1440992291_6.00_11 "[Angel of Wolves]")
