For me, the pivotal point of the entire Faire is the kajira dance contest, and I make it a special point to engage in being among the crowd of spectators. Women fascinate me, and I never tire of the way their bodies are designed and move with an innate appealing lure to men's eyes. My eyes.
This year, much to my disappointment, I was detained and I missed the entire contest. It was afterward however, that I had overheard a few spectators talking over the various particulars of each contestant, and the name of this year's winner was spoken -- Capriel.
Needless to say, my heart stopped its beat for the fraction of an ihn, for I was not sure I had heard correctly. Was it the same Capriel that I had known so long ago? My Capriel?
In an instant my disease crept back upon me full force from its lengthy remission, and I am a man torn in half again with wanting what I can never have.
