“Relax.” The reassurance came from the cobra beside me, Oliza’s only cousin, Salem Cobriana. “I’ve seen her perform this blade dance a hundred times in the nest.” He shot me an amused look as he added, “With dulled blades.” The dagger went up once more as Oliza sank to the ground, closing her eyes and bowing her head before clapping her hands behind her back to catch the weapon one final time. Members of the audience approached the dais, where Oliza remained perfectly poised as her fans placed flowers and small gifts in front of her. This had by no means been her debut, but it had been her first time performing the jaes’falnas—the blade dances that her parents had almost forbidden her to learn. After seeing her perform, and seeing just how sharp the performance blades were, part of me wished they had. A serpiente dancer could, and often did, risk her life in pursuit of her trade. Oliza Shardae Cobriana, however, was not just a dancer, but heir to two thrones. Her mother, Danica Shardae, was the avian Tuuli Thea, and her father, Zane Cobriana, was Diente to the serpiente.
