- modestdancer
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- askcandylovingthief
- lostlittledove
Another day, another opportunity to practice her dances.
Olivia smiled demurely to herself as she twirled, keeping her steps light and her stance airy while the form played through in her mind. It was well known throughout the camp that she was not to be approached while she practiced, as it usually took nothing less than physically stopping her to pull her out of her trances.
Not that most people could bear to intentionally interrupt her anyway.
Still, as she turned out of a rather complicated looking pirouette and started to step to the side, she crashed into one of her allies who happened to be standing just a bit too close. She snapped out of her momentary confidence, and almost immediately brought her hands up to her chest to worry, blush already becoming prominent.
"Ohgodsohgodsohgods I am so sorry!" the dancer stuttered as she attempted to regain her bearings. "Tell me I didn't hurt you!"









