a/n Follow up to "She Cannot Dream Anymore". Yet more scattered River thoughts.
Dancing
The girl danced, twisted, spun (toes pointed, limbs stretched, muscles strong, mind focused) – free for moments. Felt like flying, running. Once, watchers, family on pretty Firefly's thoughts would crawl, bang, crash in, overcome the girl's own imagings.
Now, now, Jayne-man watched. Sat on long seat, ignored bar with weights, ignored angry, puzzled looks from Ge ge and Captain Daddy. Watched girl. Noticed steps, thought of grace and beauty and crazy and dangerous. All familiar. All welcome. All orange and brown: warm, cozy, home.
No more tripping, catching on unwanted thoughts. No more falling over own feet.
Crew still thought, still lived. Adventurous blue and calming green. Silky violet, blushing pink, friendly white. Enthusiastic yellow and fierce crimson. Orange and brown was warm. Orange and brown was stronger. Was protecting.
Safe in castle, waking, sleeping, playing…
Dancing.
Jayne-man kept the girl free.
Still addled, still knew too much. Brainpan still too full.
Now, though – respite. Able to breathe, move, dream, think as self.
Dance.
Danced gratitude and "thank you" to Jayne-man.
Danced free.
