terpsi_cora (terpsi_cora) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-05-24 01:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | erato, terpsichore |
[Open] Dancing is like dreaming...
Terpsichore could have just stepped into the Labyrinth. She had briefly considered it, before dismissing the idea. Instead, she had arrived in a small theatre she had once performed in, finding it dark and empty in the morning. Outside, the sun shone bright and warm and the busy streets teemed with uncoordinated life.
Walking through the crowds was its own sort of a dance, even if her partners had no idea the ballet they were contributing to. Terpsichore weaved through them flawlessly, her easy grace drawing even more glances than the long legs revealed by the denim cut-offs. The few bracelets on her wrists caught the sun as she walked, sidestepped, paused and flowed forward again, glad to immerse herself in the rhythm of the city.
There was a small smile on her lips by the time she finally walked into the lobby of the Labyrinth, and she stopped in the large hall, assessing, watching staff and guests. Her smile widened, and she walked deeper into the complex, looking for a familiar face and seeming for all the world like a particularly graceful, but otherwise very normal young woman.