The melody of woodwinds echoed all throughout the crowded plaza, percussion instruments seeping through every window of every home. What once was a marketplace filled with the incoherent jabber of haggling and bargaining became an awestruck audience merely due to the elegant sway of one man’s figure, all eyes entrapped by each of his movements

For anyone who knew him, it would’ve seemed almost impossible for him to be the bearer of such grace and lightness of foot, but the dancer himself had learned long ago that it didn’t take a pair of eyes to truly listen. One could easily stop and stare, but how many truly possessed the ability to feel the atmosphere around them, to gauge a situation simply based on the air alone?

Not many, and that was what made Jamil so special

Word traveled quickly around such a small town, rumors of a dark-headed stranger being the topic of every gossip-monger’s conversation. It was said that he moved like the wind, a gentle breeze that carried the autumn’s crispest leaves and guided the prettiest of birds. Though, even such honorable mentions did not do Jamil’s work justice

That was why, when the townsfolk heard the sound of music beginning to pour into their ears, they knew to stop in hopes to catch a glimpse of the one person who held even more fascination than that of their own ruler

Vibrations practically eased their way into the veiled man’s bones, sharp eyes so focused yet so far at the same time… His steps were careful, practiced with so much precision it almost looked like an illusion. However, one miscalculation appeared to end his entrancing caper sooner than intended, a singular piece of fabric causing the man of mystery to stumble. Gasps rang through the cramped street, not a souls daring to utter anything else, as if almost expecting the mishap to be apart of the sequence

Jamil would’ve felt absolutely humiliated… if not for the soothing voice that suddenly flowed through his ears, his slender fingers grasping at your arms in an abrupt attempt to stabilize himself