The sweet high notes shattered the icy air. The tingling, unearthly feeling rushed through her, and the notes rose. The sweet sound seemed to burst in her ears, and filled her veins with movement. Her blood sparked, deeply roused by the sweet noise. Her feet itched, and her legs tensed, and loosened. The air ruffled around her, teasing and testing her.
With a hesitance portraying her nature she stepped forward once. The notes swelled, taking on a deeper, fuller life then any other notes before. The grabbed her roughly, pulled her three more steps and into a sharp twists. Air, frigid air, rushed around her bare arms, ruffling her sheer scarf. The notes rushed through her, calling and singing to her each step. She moved now, easily throwing her feet into the dance, and letting the music rule her.
It was possessive, and wild. It pushed her feet to work harder, bringing her whole body into the dance. She used her arms and hand to help portray the feeling the music sang, and each turn, twist, and step was an expression of the music's will. Her breath clouded in the air, and her feet crunched on the frozen grass. She swung around in two full circles, her dress bloomed around her, letting cold air rush up her legs.
She could feel the music swelling to its peak. It rushed through her harder now. She knew the steps before she took them. She let her motions become larger and faster. Twisting and swirling she closed her eyes, and let the music paint pictures before her eyes. Wind rushed across field, tearing things loose, and caressing the things strong enough to withstand it. Water crashed against cliffs. Ice grew over fire, consuming it, and then dying in the fire's heat and life. Fire was alive, and ice was dead.
The peak tumbled down, and the notes swooped low, calming, and bringing her pulsing heart down with it. The wild energy began fading. It slid away with the swollen notes, fading into controlled steps, and reserved motions. She kept her eyes closed, listening hard to the music's final notes. She froze, her eyes still closed, and the final notes wavered into the air. She found herself breathing deeply, and that her heart beat heavy in her chest. She straightened as the last notes faded, leaving the air feeling dead.
"That was amazing," The fire-headed man breathed, smiling at the dancer.
"Yeah, you really out did yourself, Ninian," The music player commented with a mischievous grin. He looked to the fire-headed man, and his grin turned innocent.
"It was nothing-I just followed the music," The dancer defended, one hand touching her throbbing heart. "I couldn't have done it without Nils' playing."
"Nonsense, you were amazing and you would have been with or without me," Nils laughed, and twirled his cold flute around. His breath clouded in front of him, coming in quick gasps from his playing.
The dancer smiled, and curtsied neatly to the fire-headed man. "Behold the modest." She motioned towards the flute player, who laugh wildly, as a child would, and grabbed his flute case before flying off into the sea of tents.
"I think he's only being truthful," The fire-headed man said, smiling. "We should head back now, I think. It's getting colder." He offered an arm to the dancer.
"Yes," The dancer smiled, and took the offered arm. It was warm, even through the cloth. The fire-headed man radiated warmth, and seemed to burn an internal flame.
"Ninian, you're cold as ice," The fire-headed man gasped, touching the dancer's hand.
Ice smiled. "I'm jut not as warm as you." Fire smiled a little, the true meaning lost on him, and they walked into the sea of tents arm in arm.
A/N: Behold the bittersweet drabble. Yes, it's slightly Ninian/Eliwood, but in the 'love you, but can't be with you' sort of way. Please Reveiw!