The music rumbled and rolled over the field. The pounding of the drums and metallic ring of the Mbira was alive and causing a vibrant feeling to spread through the air. It was the war-cry of the Meru pack and Zain, Chief of the Meru people, led their pride in the sadistically beautiful dance. They looked beautiful. Their nails were onyx black, much like their hair, and filed into a crescent point. Ever the superstar, Zain ended the performance by performing a triple swirl and being lifted in the air by four shirtless sculptures.
That's one way to start of the tournament.
The best part was that Zain wasn't even competing for Riley's hand in marriage. They simply wanted to raise the bar before her other suitors embarrassed themselves or our ancestors and our queen.
Quaahir was clapping obnoxiously loud beside me. I elbowed him in the rib to get him to stop. He chuckled and continued to clap – adding in a whistle for good measure.
