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(Source: darria)
She remembered watching her mother dance about the house, watching her practice on the lawn where she danced like a faery and looked more delicate than the flowers; more graceful than a doe. It was mesmerizing to watch her dance; she flowed like water as if she simply did not know any other way to be. And Jilyna never had to ask what had made her father fall in love. Someday she knew she would be a dancer just like her mother, moving with the currents of the air like a bit of dandelion fluff and mesmerizing the crowds with her silver dance. Someday…
(Source: pentachoron)
(Source: larp-pics)
