In a country where dance is forbidden... What does one do? Adapt or break the rules? You sometimes dance and do not realize you are dancing.
She pulled off the soft leather shoes. They were stretched out from her wearing them to every dance in the past year.
Dance was beautiful. It was too powerful. It was more powerful than any other art form, for it was pure. "Music" the shamans say, the people believe is more pure. Yet it is not. For music's themes can be corrupted and when you dance the movement originates in your soul to your body. You sometimes dance and do not realize you are dancing.
She was a dancer. Yet in this kingdom of light and beauty dance was forbidden. Here they worshiped the Gods by singing and making music. They were not very rhythmic songs either as the High Priest did not want to encourage dancing.
As she slowly put her beautiful leather shoes away she let a tear flow down her cheek. 'Dancers are forbidden here" she said to herself. And so she began her life again.
She was a maid with a noble household and she was a devote and pious temple goer. She tried to glean her feeling about hope and life from the songs yet they never really spoke to her. She was a wonderful singer with a rich clear voice but without spirit that dance had once given her.
Even her mistress Lady Azalea remarked on it once. '"You have a good set of pipes Giselle but not a good song.'" she had remarked to her when she had come down to the kitchens one day. Lady Azalea was not one to take criticism from lightly.
She was a famous singer, who once past her prime had trained all the Royal Court and the temple singers. Her daughters Lady Olivia and Lady Alicia were the most popular and most requested singers in the Court.
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