Niyla stood frozen, his movements and the fluidity of his words taking her back for a moment. A blush painted her cheeks as he spoke...She had never been addressed so, formally. Perhaps she was a fool to fall for such an attitude but his company was of the kind she could certainly get used to being around. As he trailed off she went back to her crew, stepping up to Shawn with a sardonic smile. "Looks like we've found our last contact, the expedition should go smoothly." She then turned to the carnies running around. "1 hour everyone!" She yelled and walked back to her room, calling for her pet.
An hour had now passed, the tent lighting was dimmed and a quiet darkness overtook the large crowd that filled the stands...The murmur that came from all around had hushed as...a voice sang in an unknown tongues, a fantasizing timbre she had.
"Shaili'shia nahiaswa kawhar'say da." It rang, educated members in the audience would recognize this as the Yuuzhan Vong language. As she sang a quiet hissing could be heard, seeming to forte as the audience quieted and the lights began to dim. The hissing only grew and once the audience was hushed it was on the edge of ear-piercing yet seduction. Near the center of the room a faint candle light could be seen flickering, suddenly more and more until the lights almost devoured the center of the hangar. It was too dark to notice anything else, even see your neighbors.
As the light grew just bright enough one would notice where the hissing was coming from, quickly a large beam of light climbed up about 30 meters and revealed was a huge Arrak snake, its body coiling around what seemed to be people. The beam shined away from the snake, revealing a figure in a meditative position floating in the fire. As the beam focused on the figure it seemed to raise an instrument, a high yet soft sound coming from the figure.
As it played the hissing continued, it seemed to be changing directions and locations. A few gasps could be heard in the audience but they were quickly silenced by the sound of the hiss. The figure in the middle faded to black, the music continuing to play as another outline grew in the fog. Floating as well, like it was the same person yet so obviously not. The voice spoke in a common tongue, a thick accent laying over it. "Welcome one, Welcome all." She said, the candles blowing out as a fire ignited in the ceiling. The snake wrapped its body around the rafters, multiple audience members tangled in its coil. "To the Alura Traveling CIrcus!"
The people dropped as the snake uncoiled, many acrobats swinging from unknown locations to catch them, returning them to their seats in the stand. A quiet muttering from them was amazement along with adrenaline and fear.
"Prepare yourselves for heart-pounding thrill as death defying feats are performed in front of your very own eyes!"
As the fire in the roof faded away, the beam returned. Revealing Niyla Ar'i standing on the Arrak snake's head.
