ACT I - Storm & Quen
"A sylph," Storm explained. "Like a fairy." The ballerina on stage slid to the floor in something of a half-split. "She is sad because she is dying." Or, at least, that was what he gathered from the pamphlet. "She is falling to her feet—oh, no, she's gotten back up."
The ballerina continued to lift her legs and twirl, falling to the floor one last time. Storm narrated each lift of her leg and movement of her arm. "She's on the floor now," he said as it was ending. "She has moved her wing one last time…" And then the music came to a close.
Storm joined in on the polite applause. "I hope that sounded as lovely as it was," he said shyly.