Post by alexishannah on Jun 7, 2007 15:35:20 GMT -5
Alex sat underneath a tree near the lake, looking out onto the sparkling black waters. It looked like the water would feel great, but she didn't know how to swim. Or do I know? Alex asked herself. She looked back through her memory. Sometimes, she could remember little glimpses of her past, but as soon as she tried to reach for more, it just slipped out of her grip. She was walking on ice, trying to crack open a steel case.
Nothing came this time. "Well, it's not like dancing then." And even as she said it, an image of herself twirling and grinning came to her mind. Whether it was memory or imagination, she didn't really care. It was comforting that she could do something on her own without anyone having to teach her. Not even magic came to her easily. Alyson was actually, though frightened, much better than Alexis at magic. It wasn't fair in her mind, and she grimaced while thinking about it.
She got to her feet, feeling the breeze that was sweeping leaves off of the tree. It looked like the confetti her mother had tossed on top of her when she had gotten out of St. Mungo's. And Alex decided, just then, that it was the perfect place to just dance. A little hesitant, she took her first step. Ballet. Alex thought, and blinked. That's the word for it. The thought had come from nowhere, but she knew it was right. "Here I go."
Arms held in a position she felt comfortable with, she lifted herself swiftly to her toes. A little jump, and she came to rest shakily. "Ugh." She said, scrunching her nose. "That was bad." She tried it again, managing to land with her feet softly touching the ground. It felt right.
Alex found herself spinning and swirling in circles; she was dancing. Occasionally she would stumble, and mutter angrily, but always picked herself up. She felt she was getting good, but there were still a few things missing. Alexis could tell that. But for the moment, it would do. For the moment, she was happy, simply lost in unheard music, flowing from pattern to pattern.
Nothing came this time. "Well, it's not like dancing then." And even as she said it, an image of herself twirling and grinning came to her mind. Whether it was memory or imagination, she didn't really care. It was comforting that she could do something on her own without anyone having to teach her. Not even magic came to her easily. Alyson was actually, though frightened, much better than Alexis at magic. It wasn't fair in her mind, and she grimaced while thinking about it.
She got to her feet, feeling the breeze that was sweeping leaves off of the tree. It looked like the confetti her mother had tossed on top of her when she had gotten out of St. Mungo's. And Alex decided, just then, that it was the perfect place to just dance. A little hesitant, she took her first step. Ballet. Alex thought, and blinked. That's the word for it. The thought had come from nowhere, but she knew it was right. "Here I go."
Arms held in a position she felt comfortable with, she lifted herself swiftly to her toes. A little jump, and she came to rest shakily. "Ugh." She said, scrunching her nose. "That was bad." She tried it again, managing to land with her feet softly touching the ground. It felt right.
Alex found herself spinning and swirling in circles; she was dancing. Occasionally she would stumble, and mutter angrily, but always picked herself up. She felt she was getting good, but there were still a few things missing. Alexis could tell that. But for the moment, it would do. For the moment, she was happy, simply lost in unheard music, flowing from pattern to pattern.