WHAT DO YOU MEAAAN Apo Kuna Moon Knight of Soluna
what do you mEAAAN you would dance to the sounds of the ballroom drifting high off the echoed walls. The music and chatter lifting to the sky and through the glass which shone glittering moonlight on the tiles below.
You mean to tell me while standing alone in the cold night air, clad in her heavy and stiff armor, young knight in training (I presume) Apo Kuna would listen to the music and see the people in their flowy outfits lightly spinning about and she would imitate them? Is this what you're telling me?? Apokuna the person that you are for granting me this image.
I imagine the cold is stinging on her face. I imagine she's been standing and pacing the rooftop for hours as the party continues into the night. She watches the stars and the rooftops and listens to the beautiful music played for the nobility below. She maybe even lets her gaze leave the skyline to take a peek at the party goers. She looks down over the glass to see the dazzling view of dresses twirling in time with one another. The patterns spinning and blurring together. A top down view probably few get to see aside from maybe those sitting above the dance floor, maybe from the stairs..or the kings table. She can just see it if she steps to the side, at the far end of the room, raised above, a place where the royals can sit and watch. There is a girl there in a beautiful red dress with patterns of the sun's rays rippling down the skirt. She imagines that when that dress spins it would look like the sun itself from this point of view. Wonders if it has yet tonight, and she might've missed it. Who would that sun be dancing with? Who would be the one in her orbit? Revolving around and around in a mesmerizing display as they moved across the dance floor like the stars move across the sky.
She looks around. The air is cold up here, turning her cheeks and nose red, though her body is warm under the stiff gambeson. No one around. No one to see if the knight takes her steps around her patrol a little more lightly, if she tried to make her feet dance like the tip-toers below. Her boots are heavy, feet which stomp and do not prance. But a graceful fight is a graceful dance is it not? She tries to copy the moves they take. Slow and deliberate, learning the steps like a spear form. Step... one, two, step... Stop. Extend your hand and twirl your partner. Step.. step.. cross your feet and raise your hand to the sky, reach... And back down.. step... twirl, bow to the wind. Thank your partner for the dance.
