Post by maybaby40 on Jun 11, 2006 20:04:06 GMT -5
A beautiful fae was so happy to be finally at the claiming grounds she began to dance. the last growth of the cherry blossoms falling ar ound her. Courbette to croupade moving into balotade and transitioing to capriole. At the end of the strenuous dance she preformed a mezair to a levade and was done. Never before had she been more beautiful and graceful. Cherry blossoms clung to her banner and locks, Her bodice heaving and dark with sweat. Elegant tiara bending to drink from a stream, kisser wet, beads of water clinging to her whiskers. Wincing at her aching pillars she waded in to relax her strained tendons. Never again would she force her sef to such heights. The contralto voice of the nightengale sang forth from her cavern as she called for a Truth-sayer to come to her.