Violetta
4th Level Indigo Feather
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Magda protested the entire journey to the stocks nestled into the corner of the plaza. As it'd turned out, she'd been named Lady of the fair without truly understanding what duties came with the position. At first when her sister nominated her, she'd been flattered, but now as she was being drawn nearer and nearer to the sturdy wooden frame, she began to realize that Luminita had known the entire time.
"Trust me, my sister would make a much better Lady of the fair than I would!" the dancer offered even as her wrists were snared in the irons that had been bolted to the stone which would be her throne for the day. Another strapping pair of lads had opened the stocks themselves, and despite the kicking that she'd hoped would keep her from being locked in, strong hands guided her ankles until the clap of wood signaled their entrapment.
A defeated sigh escaped her lips, and she sank back against the wall behind her for a moment. It was the sound of a goat bleating that roused her again, making her sit up with a startled expression. She watched as a bearded old goat was brought towards her with cheers from the crowd to urge it on. Catching a malicious gleam in the animal's eye, Magda turned to a man watching just to her left.
"What about either of my daughters?" she asked, "They're young and could handle this much better than I could. Or one of their friends!"
"Not to worry, madame," the man reassured, "You have only to laugh for us until sunset."
Though she worked to recall how many hours off that was, Magda's thoughts were interrupted by the touch of a rough tongue against her foot. Her teeth clenched at the sensation which was quickly followed by another lick and then another still. A quick gasp came forth, one that led to a sudden giggle that she only barely managed to bite back.
Soft, brown feet wiggled, but they had nowhere to go as the goat zeroed in on its targets. It expertly maneuvered its tongue until the trapped dancer was laughing loud enough to be heard halfway across the plaza. Those gathered around soon joined in, reveling in the sight of their Lady for a day in the throes of hysterics. Magda's voice was soon leading a chorus.
With the goat showing no signs of slowing to grant her a merciful rest, the woman glanced at the sun still high in the sky, wondering just how long she'd have to endure this and whether she'd survive all the same. A fresh shriek brought on by an unbearable lick snapped her mind from those thoughts. It was a fair. All she really had to do was be merry.
"Trust me, my sister would make a much better Lady of the fair than I would!" the dancer offered even as her wrists were snared in the irons that had been bolted to the stone which would be her throne for the day. Another strapping pair of lads had opened the stocks themselves, and despite the kicking that she'd hoped would keep her from being locked in, strong hands guided her ankles until the clap of wood signaled their entrapment.
A defeated sigh escaped her lips, and she sank back against the wall behind her for a moment. It was the sound of a goat bleating that roused her again, making her sit up with a startled expression. She watched as a bearded old goat was brought towards her with cheers from the crowd to urge it on. Catching a malicious gleam in the animal's eye, Magda turned to a man watching just to her left.
"What about either of my daughters?" she asked, "They're young and could handle this much better than I could. Or one of their friends!"
"Not to worry, madame," the man reassured, "You have only to laugh for us until sunset."
Though she worked to recall how many hours off that was, Magda's thoughts were interrupted by the touch of a rough tongue against her foot. Her teeth clenched at the sensation which was quickly followed by another lick and then another still. A quick gasp came forth, one that led to a sudden giggle that she only barely managed to bite back.
Soft, brown feet wiggled, but they had nowhere to go as the goat zeroed in on its targets. It expertly maneuvered its tongue until the trapped dancer was laughing loud enough to be heard halfway across the plaza. Those gathered around soon joined in, reveling in the sight of their Lady for a day in the throes of hysterics. Magda's voice was soon leading a chorus.
With the goat showing no signs of slowing to grant her a merciful rest, the woman glanced at the sun still high in the sky, wondering just how long she'd have to endure this and whether she'd survive all the same. A fresh shriek brought on by an unbearable lick snapped her mind from those thoughts. It was a fair. All she really had to do was be merry.
