Current location:	CT
Current mood:	content
Current music:	Ghost Love Score- Nightwish- Once
Entry tags:	gaming

To Dance
Sabir Rashalea dances lightly, her silver hair gleaming as she spins. Alone here, in this inn room, she needs not the iron self-control she carefully built over the years. Tears and laughter alike mingle in her consciousness, so she dances: quickly, lightly, and almost without sound at all. No rote pattern shapes her exuberant footsteps, merely the remembered past and the hopeful future.

Ducking and weaving, sidestepping and strafing, her eyes bright with emotion, she touches every inch of the floor. As the surge of feelings abates, she draws a pair of daggers, and her step begins to fall into practiced forms. Without a pause, she improvises from one pattern to the next, each movement both graceful and deadly. Now she lunges, now flips insouciantly away, the bright steel flashing in beautiful counterpoint to her hair.

As the last pattern finishes, she throws the matched daggers into the air almost recklessly, and just as swiftly draws two more. Deftly, without even blinking, she pitches these up as well, fielding the first two just in time. Without letting even a moment pass, the daggers fly up again, and she soon establishes a rhythm. Once again, she begins her footwork, slowly at first, but gaining speed.

Back and forth around the room she races, daring time itself to stop and bear witness to her mastery. Over her head and so briefly in her hands, the black and silver daggers sparkle in their paths, tracing barely visible tracks through the empty air. Faster and faster she whirls, high thrust to low parry, dancing with a thousand enemies.

As the last opponent falls, she falls into a crouch, lobbing the held daggers lightly into the air. Quick as a viper, she catches each as it falls, ending with two daggers in each hand, arms crossed in front of her. Her chest rises and falls quickly from the exertion, but her eyes shine with determination and exultation.