[ Zelda comes to a stop and pivots to face him, finding several paces between them and Darin with one hand extended towards her.
'Forget what she was taught?' Zelda understands what he's getting at, but that's not quite her style. Why throw away what she knows when she could turn it into something new instead?
Zelda takes two elegant steps, positioning herself in the middle of the burning path. She holds there for a full count, locking eyes with Darin. And then she grins, her expression a mirror of the one he gave to her. 'Trust me,' it seems to say.
She kicks her right leg out in front of her, then swiftly moves it in a circle clockwise, while simultaneously rising up on the ball of her left foot. The combination of the two movements builds momentum, propelling her into a series of low pirouettes. But unlike normal pirouettes, each time Zelda completes a full rotation, she stamps her feet loudly against the floor before rising up again. The drums soon join in, adding to the percussion of her dance. Spin, stamp, spin, stamp, over and over again. With each stamp, the flames lining the path creep higher, until they're as tall as Zelda.
She drops out of her pirouette into one last stamp and the music starts to crescendo. Without breaking momentum, she twirls the remainder of the distance until she's close enough to take Darin's outstretched hand. She wraps his arm around her as she spins in and comes to a stop inches from his chest, the music finishing with a triumphant flourish. ]
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'Forget what she was taught?' Zelda understands what he's getting at, but that's not quite her style. Why throw away what she knows when she could turn it into something new instead?
Zelda takes two elegant steps, positioning herself in the middle of the burning path. She holds there for a full count, locking eyes with Darin. And then she grins, her expression a mirror of the one he gave to her. 'Trust me,' it seems to say.
She kicks her right leg out in front of her, then swiftly moves it in a circle clockwise, while simultaneously rising up on the ball of her left foot. The combination of the two movements builds momentum, propelling her into a series of low pirouettes. But unlike normal pirouettes, each time Zelda completes a full rotation, she stamps her feet loudly against the floor before rising up again. The drums soon join in, adding to the percussion of her dance. Spin, stamp, spin, stamp, over and over again. With each stamp, the flames lining the path creep higher, until they're as tall as Zelda.
She drops out of her pirouette into one last stamp and the music starts to crescendo. Without breaking momentum, she twirls the remainder of the distance until she's close enough to take Darin's outstretched hand. She wraps his arm around her as she spins in and comes to a stop inches from his chest, the music finishing with a triumphant flourish. ]