:Yes. This is so poetic. I need to find some excuse to refer to her. Somehow. -- Twin</small> |
:Yes. This is so poetic. I need to find some excuse to refer to her. Somehow. -- Twin :: <3 -- C </small> |
She dances with an expression of focused ecstacy, with movements graceful and wild and unpatterned. While she dances, she cannot be interrupted. She will not respond to spoken conversation; attempts to physically stop her seem, peculiarly, to fail. But join her in her dance, and she will respond: will shape her movements to yours, will make a conversation and a communion of the steps. All of her soul is in the dancing.
She may be one of the Neo-Boreals, or she may not. She may live another life when she is not in her dancing-place, or she may merely dance in other places -- or perhaps outside the dancing, she does not exist. Rumor has it that, when she is not dancing, she is a scientist of Up, unrecognizable with her hooves polished black and clad in a dark jumpsuit and white lab coat. But how could you verify that? She will not speak; her name is unknown, let alone her life, her home, her history. She is the White Doe Dancing: that is all.
She is a Mask.
This is one of the most beautiful things I have seen on this wiki. We love you, mystery spiral girl, whoever you are! <3 -- OR