Maeve
The starchild didn't take her threat seriously. Instead she laughed, taking her wrist and tugging her smoothly to her feet. Maeve stumbled slightly, feet shifting in the sand as she huffed out a laugh, falling into the other girl's arms. She turned it into an impromptu hug, gripping her tightly before spinning her out from her, holding onto her hand as she grinned. "You want to learn how to dance, hm? What do you want to learn? Ballet? Ballroom? Perhaps something I little more saucy should you ever run into that handsome hunter again?" Maeve teased, tossing her a playful wink as mischief danced in frosty green eyes before she was taking a few steps back.
Clearly enjoying herself now, Maeve discarded her wrap and sunglasses, placing them both into her basket before she was stretching herself out. She flexed her toes, arms raising above her head as she bent this way and that, warming up her muscles. The Madame moved onto waterlogged sand, knowing that the white powdery nonsense would make it hard to actually do what she wanted. "This is your first position. Heels together and toes pointing outwards." She explained, shifting her feet into position and bringing her arms down in front of her. Her stance widened, heels now a foot apart, "Second position." The next shift was quick, pressing the heel of her front foot into the arch of her back foot. "Third. That's all the boring stuff. Basic and important, but not as fun."
Without warning, Maeve started to move, going up onto pointe as she danced across the sand. Each movement bled into the other. A series of pirouettes turned into a grande jeté that had her leaping from the sand only to land a few feet away, arms extended gracefully as she danced to nothing but the waves and the cries of the birds above. Eventually she came to a stop, grinning at her friend as she caught her breath. "I can teach you all of that. If you really want to learn, but maybe something more simple to start with?"
Clearly enjoying herself now, Maeve discarded her wrap and sunglasses, placing them both into her basket before she was stretching herself out. She flexed her toes, arms raising above her head as she bent this way and that, warming up her muscles. The Madame moved onto waterlogged sand, knowing that the white powdery nonsense would make it hard to actually do what she wanted. "This is your first position. Heels together and toes pointing outwards." She explained, shifting her feet into position and bringing her arms down in front of her. Her stance widened, heels now a foot apart, "Second position." The next shift was quick, pressing the heel of her front foot into the arch of her back foot. "Third. That's all the boring stuff. Basic and important, but not as fun."
Without warning, Maeve started to move, going up onto pointe as she danced across the sand. Each movement bled into the other. A series of pirouettes turned into a grande jeté that had her leaping from the sand only to land a few feet away, arms extended gracefully as she danced to nothing but the waves and the cries of the birds above. Eventually she came to a stop, grinning at her friend as she caught her breath. "I can teach you all of that. If you really want to learn, but maybe something more simple to start with?"
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
