“No worries, its part of why I am still alive today I suppose. I easily find myself able to slip into the back of the mind until I am needed. Keeps me out of the spotlight unless I need to be.†Tapping her foot, Rhea shrugged, as if used to such reactions. Adjusting her grip, she carefully allowed her fingers to pinch at the slats, playing with the fan once or twice to test the condition of the fans themselves. They snapped open with ease, and closed with nary a complaint. Good.
Closing her eyes, Rhea tried to focus, remember any song or such to dance in time to. It was hard to dance without some sort of beat to follow, but she inhaled quietly before taking a controlled step forward, arms moving slowly as the fans became her ‘wings’, muscles tensed as she moved to an unheard beat. Her first movements were awkward stumbles, but slowly her muscles warmed up as her movements became less predictable, and more fluid, the stops and go movements of her arms and legs sharper.
Closing her eyes, Rhea tried to focus, remember any song or such to dance in time to. It was hard to dance without some sort of beat to follow, but she inhaled quietly before taking a controlled step forward, arms moving slowly as the fans became her ‘wings’, muscles tensed as she moved to an unheard beat. Her first movements were awkward stumbles, but slowly her muscles warmed up as her movements became less predictable, and more fluid, the stops and go movements of her arms and legs sharper.
