The serpent dancer danced across the dias, it felt nice to dance. She loved the freedom, the power to capture the audience's attention, to have them watch her. She loved being able to express her emotions in dance, to make the audience feel what she felt. She loved the intricate moves, the more difficult ones always were the best, and they caught the audience every time.
She moved gracefully, performing an ancient sakkri. The azure blue and silver melos that hung from her waist moved in time with her movements, as if it were a part of her, not just a piece of fabric. The song changed to one with a quicker pace, she sped up, skipping around the dias before going back into the middle with a small forward flip.
Another serpent got onto the stage. They danced together like they were one, each knowing what the other was going to do. That was the neat thing about sakkri, it joins the two people, and they become one. At the end of the dance, the music slowed. The other serpent came and grabbed the girl by the waist and she leaned backwards. He was supporting all of her weight. She bent back, her hair touching the floor of the dias.
She looked out into the crowd as they slowly spun a huge smile upon her face. The other serpent helped her up and they smiled at each other before briefly hugging. She left the stage, and watched others perform together. The other serpent, still smiling, put his arm around her. She played with the melos, the melos the he had given her. She lay back in his chest, watching others dance the intimate sakkri.