The Succubi Queen
Ethereal Goddess
Hansi unpacked her stuff, her insides stirring. She needed to get out of this room. It had been a long stressful day, and only one things could help her.
She pulled her music player out of her bag, snuck out of the ballroom, and found herself an empty courtyard. She'd only dance through the song once, she promised herself.
She put in her headphones and pressed play. The soft jazz filled her ears, and she began to dance. She'd been working on this routine for about a month now, and was scheduled to showcase the the Dance Academy in the city on their first day off. The choreography was some of her best work, a mix of jazz styles, ballet, gymnastics, and a few moves she had picked up in learning how to fight.
As the music rose and fell, she felt her worries drift away with the ebb and flow of her movements. Who cares if she didn't make to many friends? Who cares if she doesn't do well as a huntress here? What did it matter if the only people who would genuinely enjoy here were Oracle and maybe Sapphire (she hadn't really spoken to anyone else long enough to be assured of a friendship.) In this moment, her limbs light as a feather and she jumped and swayed and spun, she was free, everlasting, perfect.
The choreography she'd developed for the bridge worked perfectly, and as the song descended to it's almost mournful end, she felt like nothing in her life could go wrong.
She pulled her music player out of her bag, snuck out of the ballroom, and found herself an empty courtyard. She'd only dance through the song once, she promised herself.
She put in her headphones and pressed play. The soft jazz filled her ears, and she began to dance. She'd been working on this routine for about a month now, and was scheduled to showcase the the Dance Academy in the city on their first day off. The choreography was some of her best work, a mix of jazz styles, ballet, gymnastics, and a few moves she had picked up in learning how to fight.
As the music rose and fell, she felt her worries drift away with the ebb and flow of her movements. Who cares if she didn't make to many friends? Who cares if she doesn't do well as a huntress here? What did it matter if the only people who would genuinely enjoy here were Oracle and maybe Sapphire (she hadn't really spoken to anyone else long enough to be assured of a friendship.) In this moment, her limbs light as a feather and she jumped and swayed and spun, she was free, everlasting, perfect.
The choreography she'd developed for the bridge worked perfectly, and as the song descended to it's almost mournful end, she felt like nothing in her life could go wrong.