I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
It was fancy. But Seren was too absorbed in remembering the movements to insist, or give the flush on the Madame's creamy cheeks more than a passing glance. Later she would remember it and be pleased, if confused as to the origin of said blush, but right now... dance. Guided by the instructions, the young demi-god found her center and was able to appreciate the feeling of being stable, before it was time for the next posture. She was able to shift from one form to the other in one motion. Wobbled, but saved herself from breaking it by lifting her chin. It was remembering to breathe while being upright and relaxed that was the real tricky part.
On her own initiative she adjusted until she regained that same sense of balance as before. Then moved to what she hoped was the third position, casting a quick look to Maeve to make sure she did it right. "Like this?" Sweat was beading on her temples from concentration, and the heat of the sun. That she had fun anyway was obvious; the focused expression caused her face to fairly glow from within, and all the excess energy was now turned inward.
Some people were just made to move.
On her own initiative she adjusted until she regained that same sense of balance as before. Then moved to what she hoped was the third position, casting a quick look to Maeve to make sure she did it right. "Like this?" Sweat was beading on her temples from concentration, and the heat of the sun. That she had fun anyway was obvious; the focused expression caused her face to fairly glow from within, and all the excess energy was now turned inward.
Some people were just made to move.
Seren
