Post by TERPSICHORE on Apr 4, 2009 18:39:58 GMT -5
hold me close and hold me fast the magic spell you cast this is la vie en rose.. when you kiss me, heaven sighs, and thought I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose..
[/center]It was colder near the wall, and Terpsichore couldn't help but wonder why when she danced towards the middle of the cave she became warmer than while she leaned against the sides. Even though they were slimy and ragged, they soothed her face, for she was warm from dancing so long. Her feet were covered in grains of sand, and her hair and face, body, and what little clothes she had worn were wet, and despite all of these negative aspects, she was hot.Her dark hair was waving around in the way she wanted it to when she danced, floating behind her slowly as she moved her feet back and forth. No, there was no one to watch, and she was glad, because her feet were stumbling over the cave floor and there were rips in the short, thin, gold, silken cloth that was covering most of her.
"Hmm.. ahh," she gasped as she lifted her leg in a graceful spin, her foot just at the right angle on the wet cave floor to pirouette several times. Just like a jewelry box ballerina.
The weather was abominable out there on the sea, waves crashing against the shore, crazy tides swinging back and forth and winds strong enough to pic Terpsichore up off her feet. In the cave, it was nicer. she had the view, without the extremes.
