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The sun slowly descended into the bottom of her window sill as the last traces of sunlight fluttered away. Her room darkened; she could already feel the coolness of the evening to come, arrive. The sounds of music could be faintly heard and the night whispered silent fortunes to those willing to listen. Viviané lay on her bed with her arms tucked in behind her head listening to the sounds of the night. The sounds of crickets and the occasional gust of wind drifted by her open window. She smiled and closed her eyes for the full effect the night life brought in its music.

“Viviané, its time for the festival.” A voice corrupted her thoughts and forced Viviané back to reality. Irritated, she closed the window and pulled the blinds. Her mother stood in the outline of her doorway with her arms folded across her chest. She rubbed her chin and the bracelets on her wrists jangled together. Viviané longed to be as beautiful as her mother Charlene with that long auburn hair and her bright green eyes. Viviané looked her mother over once more and chuckled.

“Are you serious? Mom you look like a pirate.” Charlene looked herself over and smiled. Her white drawstring top and black shirt matched nicely with the red bandana tied amongst her hair.

“I am not a pirate, this is more of a…” she waved her hand around, “gypsy get-up.” Viviané laughed again and ripped clothes from her dresser draw. She settled on a dark red dress that snuggly fit around her body and stopped at her knees. Viviané gathered her bracelets and anklets that lied on her dresser and put each on with careless ease. She tied her curly red hair back and joined her mother at the door. Together they looked marvelously stunning.

Viviané descended the stairs and walked into the backyard where the sounds of laughter and dancing lifted the night air with music. She twirled and joined in the festivities with her mother. Her body danced like fire and her hair made it so.

Others backed away and watched from the edge of the circle they had made. Viviané and her mother danced in a most haunting way their arms swayed like tree limbs and their legs moved with the motion of waves. Viviané continued to dance while her mother’s voice carried over the crowd, “Son and daughters of the night we welcome you!” The crowd around us howled with delight, “When the night is young and the day dead we come from the dark reaches of the night and play amongst the sleeping humans.”

Viviané stopped suddenly. A bush wiggled in her midst. Maybe a rabbit? No that doesn’t seem right at all. Viviané crept closer for a better look and yelped…