learn me right

Seren

The eying was mutual, and the sense of recognition nagged at Seren. The face was one she felt she ought to remember, and sparked a memory of something dark and warm and comforting - fun times? - but if she had ever learned her name, it remained just out of reach for now. More importantly, the strangely familiar woman was moving, and the starchild did her best to surreptitiously copy the stretches and bends. Of course, hers was not the fluid grace of a dancer, but rather the awkward stumble of one unfamiliar with her own strength. There was a lot of swaying and wobbling involved, and a few twists that Seren just couldn't manage, no matter how she tried. Too stiff, was she, and nowhere near strong enough in any regard.

By the time her inspiration was ready to move on to something more challenging, the teenager was red in the face and slightly out of breath, and so frustrated she could cry. Enough so that when she looked up and found herself watched, she shoved aside the awkwardness and approached the other woman. Equal parts awkwardness and determination colored her stride... or perhaps it was just the boots chafing against feet unaccustomed to such confinement.  
"Hi. Uhm... Sorry if I'm bothering you, but would you mind... Could you perhaps show me, how you did those last stretches? I don't think I did it properly."

It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough