Chani Fhae
 Cima Fhae
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Ul'dah |
| Birthplace | The Black Shroud |
| Age | 18 (as of 1577) |
(( I'm a terrible person and changing her again. But here you go!: ))
To any observing, they would see her flying.
And so she was; several pints and pipe-fulls later, Cima had taken to the vacant back-alley street on a vague whim. And she was flying.
A stuffy stillness had encroached the desert's city - prelude to an especially stormy night - and most had taken shelter for the anticipated downpour.
Not Cima.
She hadn't been at it long - a stomp here, a slide there, the beginning of a count resonating with her entirety. The show was about to begin.
Cue lightning.
Cue thunder.
And cue... the torrent.
Sway of the hip, bend of the knee, jerk of the foot... stomp, slide. Repeat. And she was shuffling about the avenue in a burst of passion: turning this way, twirling that way, zigging, zagging, kicking and crossing her feet in a mist of water.
Lightning. Thunder.
It didn't hold the smell of home - dripping leaves, soaked flowers, damp wood, there's only sand in this damned place - but she could forget all that in flight. Her feet and hands would lift her, guide her...
Like plants spiralling to sunlight, her arms slowly wound up and about her crown.
Cima felt like she was flying out of control, holding herself. Spinning. Laughing.
With a sudden motion, she dropped, spun and shot her arms out to either side, palms outstretched to the hiding world. Just her knees and hips dipped and leaned now - fluctuating from side-to-side with the internal beat.
The only warning was the flash - not of lightning, which was deceiving in this weather - as her fingers erupted in a flurry of fluorescent colours: green, yellow, blue and white.
The emphasis of Cima's performance had, apparently, shifted to the magical exploits of her dancing digits - her legs and torso were just the back-ups. And her head?
"Cima! What in the hells are you doing out there - it's absolutely pouring!"
Her head crashed back into reality. The voice, both muffled and audible, attempted a shout over the storm.
The twiggy Miqo'te broke from her rhythm, abruptly turning to the opened shutters a floor above.
"The sky gods challenged me to a duel of light!" Face faintly illuminated by the glow of her hands, Cima thrusted her index up at the silhouette - and dramatically propelled a short burst of green sparkles at the girl.
"... Come inside - someone'll see you!" Guiltily [grinning], Cima poked her fingers together [purposely] and sent element-inspired sparks whizzing out into the drizzling night.
"Encore?" She whisper-called back.
"Cima, please!" Her sister groaned from the window with a beckoning wave. No-nonsense.
She sighed and complied... grudgingly.
