The opportunities we may take (Sinbad x OC)

The dance of Salome - The golden butterflies

Author's Note:

Here is the promised second part, which is also 6000 words long ... I really have to learn to write shorter chapters :D :D :D Anyway. If someone reads my notes, they will know that I once spoke of an artist who drew a portrait of a dancing woman surrounded by golden butterflies. The work of art was called: The dance of Salome - The golden butterflies. This is a small homage to the work of art because I found the coincidence just too beautiful to let it slip by. This made the dance scene cheesy beyond measure, but well :D I love fluff :D

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The dance of Salome - The golden butterflies

---Palance of Sindria, Maharajan---

Armed with a beaming smile, Salome grabbed her brother's wrist and pulled him with light blue, fluttering skirts through the empty corridors of the purple leo tower, following the trail of the rukh, that were guiding her to the festival. Her golden pendant, which was secured with a long chain around her neck, jingled softly with every movement against her equally golden belt, which was attached to her waist. The dress she was wearing was one of her favorite's. Like all of her robes, it was a more plain piece, but unlike the rest of her clothing, it had long on her shoulders opening sleeves and  gold stitching on the hems, which made the garment look a bit more elegant. Like the wide skirts, they fluttered behind her with a haze of lightness as she moved quickly. But the nicest thing about her clothing was the matching veil, which was attached to her hair, as well as to her middle fingers with a loop. In contrast to her more simple dress, the veil had delicately stitched embroideries of stylized golden birds at the bottom third of the fabric. They distributed in a swarm at the end of the accessory just for them to slowly fan out further upwards. She didn't know why Malik picked this dress out of her chest, probably because he had been in the mood for a hint of sarcasm, considering that half of Sindria now knew that she was the Lady of the rukh. So it doesn't matter anymore. So why not present herself accordingly? Anyway she loved it, so she had easily complied to his chosen garment.

"Come on, Malik. We have already wasted too much time.", urged the young girl her now older brother, each time skipping a step as she descended the stairs of the tower. When they were just outside the ballroom, Salome's slowed her steps to a simple walk, hoping that her breathing would calm down, before they reached the large ornate gullwing doors. Smiling, Salome pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear as she passed the guards, who were posted next to the entrance of the great hall. Immediately she was greeted by cheerful music and radiant looking citizens of Sindria, who all seemed to be celebrating to their heart's content. The staff meandered through the crowd with trays full of dishes and wine carafes, while lightly dressed dancers romped on the dance floors, eager to entertain the guests with their enchanting movements. Tables and seating were provided on the sides of the hall as well as outside on the great balconies, on which a number of hookahs and dishes had been served.