Impromptu Fire Dance

Alary

Blade in Ivory, Sage Alary Mes'ard, Ignited by Empassioned Wrath clambers up on a precarious rock formation, one that looks suspiciously like a phoenix in flight. She pulls herself to her feet with an air of grace that is slightly unusual for her.

Blade in Ivory, Sage Alary Mes'ard, Ignited by Empassioned Wrath with one arm swept outwards, she begins to weave a continuous flame, arcing upwards in a nearly gaudy display of prismatic colors. She moves her arm closer to her body, the flames wrapping about her slight body hungrily. With each drum beat the flame pulsates outward, shifting colors and shapes in a fanfare so bright it nearly blinds one watching it.

Blade in Ivory, Sage Alary Mes'ard, Ignited by Empassioned Wrath begins to shift from one foot to the next, each movement of her limbs manipulating the flames wreathing her body. Using both arms, she begins to weave shapes, some identifiable, some less so, and each flick of her wrist, the shapes join the torrent around her form. Each shift of her body creates a rhythm not unlike a heartbeat, flowing into it's own rhythm, complementing the musical.

Blade in Ivory, Sage Alary Mes'ard, Ignited by Empassioned Wrath raises her hands upwards and the torrent flows with her movement. Her face now invisible, her hands the only things now visible within the tornado of fire. She begins to twirl around on the precipice, her balance never faltering,her movements flowing one from the next in a fluidity of motion. The flames begin to grow brighter, louder, a sharp crackling heard with each undulation, each pulse.

Blade in Ivory, Sage Alary Mes'ard, Ignited by Empassioned Wrath grins, her face hidden behind the flames, and the twirling turns into spinning, reaching a fever pitch. The sound of the flames start to drown out the music, the colors blending until the only pigment that remains is a bright blinding white.

Blade in Ivory, Sage Alary Mes'ard, Ignited by Empassioned Wrath suddenly halts, facing the audience.She lowers her arms, holding them close to her body. Each pulse flares outward, growing in size until it just barely reaches the edge of the gardens. Feet still shifting, she flings her arms outward in sync with a pulsation and the flames shoot outward, covering the area in a shower of white sparks, fizzling out just before they would touch or burn.