- Mar 20, 2014
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Crysta was practicing the movements of a simple waltz dance outside of her apartment complex in a grassy area.
There was simply not enough room in their apartment, as it was still a mess from the process of moving into it from a crashed ship. She did not particularly mind the occasional stares from strangers, and yet she felt compelled to practice only when Saffron was at work at the Academy. Crysta could not quite put into words what made her feel that way.
Nor could she put into words what she felt about the waltz, or what compelled her to watch videos and copy the movements. Ever since she assisted Saffron at the Academy’s costume party and had danced with both her and Malara, she was…so intrigued.
It was quite the interesting party. While the night had lead to a rather…enjoyable experience between Saffron, the Goddess Malara, Malara’s partner Noli, a naga named Narraine, and herself--it was truly the dancing that stuck in Crysta’s mind.
Crysta stopped her movements. She still felt so stiff. Between her metal arms and her stuff motions, she surely must have looked like a robot to those who witnessed her. How did one learn the fluid, elegant movements that she watched in videos? That Malara had shown her? Crysta wanted to be able to move more like that.
Crysta took a deep breath. Her legs were growing sore from the repetition, and yet she wanted to continue. What compels me?
But the tight pain in her legs was a sign. After only a few motions, a tremor seemed to shoot through Crysta’s legs and she ended up down in the grass.
“Perhaps it is too pointless…” Crysta said to herself with a tired sigh. She ended up laying on her back, and suspected she might be there for a while.
Well…at least it was a pleasant day.
There was simply not enough room in their apartment, as it was still a mess from the process of moving into it from a crashed ship. She did not particularly mind the occasional stares from strangers, and yet she felt compelled to practice only when Saffron was at work at the Academy. Crysta could not quite put into words what made her feel that way.
Nor could she put into words what she felt about the waltz, or what compelled her to watch videos and copy the movements. Ever since she assisted Saffron at the Academy’s costume party and had danced with both her and Malara, she was…so intrigued.
It was quite the interesting party. While the night had lead to a rather…enjoyable experience between Saffron, the Goddess Malara, Malara’s partner Noli, a naga named Narraine, and herself--it was truly the dancing that stuck in Crysta’s mind.
Crysta stopped her movements. She still felt so stiff. Between her metal arms and her stuff motions, she surely must have looked like a robot to those who witnessed her. How did one learn the fluid, elegant movements that she watched in videos? That Malara had shown her? Crysta wanted to be able to move more like that.
Crysta took a deep breath. Her legs were growing sore from the repetition, and yet she wanted to continue. What compels me?
But the tight pain in her legs was a sign. After only a few motions, a tremor seemed to shoot through Crysta’s legs and she ended up down in the grass.
“Perhaps it is too pointless…” Crysta said to herself with a tired sigh. She ended up laying on her back, and suspected she might be there for a while.
Well…at least it was a pleasant day.
