Wind.
Tide.
Sun.
Sand.
The path of least resistance. To be pulled and pushed where it wanted you to go.
That's not what she had wanted.
She wanted to dance. Every single cell of her being; she wanted everything to dance.
Kagura.
It was a shelled creature on the bottom of the sea that secreted a clear liquid.
Cut the skin and let it seep through.
Freedom. Glorious freedom.
The beat of drums and whine of strings and music was in your blood, pulsing and thriving and building to a crescendo.
All you had to do was bleed. And dance.