Something about the way they were sword fighting had caused something else to arise entirely. They had eventually cast their swords to the side and taken up each others' hands, wistfully waltzing across the floor of the training room. "Would you like to know what I am thinking, Edgar?" "Of course, Miss Sam!" he answered, smiling up at her. "I feel like I'm flying, and I can't decide if it's because of the dance or because I'm with you..." He beamed, getting a little bit closer to her. "I understand, because, I'm feeling the same way, Miss Sam." "Back where I came from, dancing wasn't like this..." sighed Sam, synchronizing her steps with Edgar's. "What was it like where you were from?" asked Edgar, looking into her eyes. At first she …show more content…
This was her connection to who she was, and by cutting the ties, she would be cutting her lifeline. So, taking a breath before the plunge, she decided to unravel herself one thread at a time. "At home, dancing was a privilege, and it was something one either did for their own pleasure or to appease the gods. It wasn't this... this smooth, gentle, harmony of motion, it was wild and jagged and harsh and brutal... and I thought I loved it..." "Loved it?" he asked, spinning her around. "I wanted to become a temple dancer, one who wore ceremonial clothes and danced for the seasons and for the rains and for crops to grow... it was a job that would keep me out of the fields, and it would give me honor in my community..." Edgar nodded, completely unknowing of how her society worked. In fact, he knew nothing but the name of the land in which she came: Elanya. "Well, you are a graceful dancer," he complimented. "I don't teach ballroom dancing, but you seem to be controlled and full of intent in the way you move... you know and have mastered your own body, a trait many don't seem to have...." "Many of those were like me were dancers, and we were supposed to be dancers... it was who we were, you see." "As a vixen?" "No," she answered. "As a …show more content…
didn't you want to become a dancer?" "Yes," she nodded. "It was the only place where a kitsune could keep her honor and position, a place in the temple. The west-humans allowed us to keep our temples. My only concern was that I would have had to reveal my secret if I was to volunteer..." "I see..." "That wasn't at all possible, and it only became worse over time. Not long ago, the west-men became tired of the kitsunes, and they... they let out an order to have us all killed..." Edgar gasped. "No..." "Yes. It was a family friend who knew my secret, a magician, who informed me of the problem. However, he also gave me a solution. Using a magical box, he told me that he would take me to a place in the world where I would be safe... a place where I could find a family..." "Family?" asked Edgar. "Family indeed. At first, when I met Tod months ago, I had assumed that he may have been one of my family. However, he can't be." "Why not?" "He said that his last name was Washington. I was looking for a fox with the last name of Stark." Edgar stayed silent. He wasn't going to say a thing from now on about the subject. She looked very tired, and it had obviously been very hard for her to reveal as much as she had just confessed. So, slowing the dance to a halt, he stood there with
“Yeah,” I said. I got up and looked down. “Hey Izel we’re on top of Mauna Kea,” I said.
“My whole family and I have maintained a special connection with most of the past members.”
“Well, Commander, some would have said dropping night division onto Luna on its retreat from terra when the Cybrids first showed up was a suicide mission, yet we were able to pull it off and dealt the Cybrids their first blow in their bid for the sol.”
Although I am not a great dancer by any means, I learned through my years of involvement in dance that if you want something you should not let any hardships stop you. This message is what helps push me toward success in my educational
"Yes. Our neighbors had a large family; they agreed to watch you while I was away." He paused for a moment and then finished brusquely. "The mercenary who wanted to rape her the night she snuck out I disemboweled. Her father's throat I cut."
The story explores many vital concepts accompanied by beautiful illustrations. I felt a strong sense of cultural understanding, spirituality and connection to family and land as though I was on this journey too. I could sense an underlying meaning in each dance, holding great importance to Bertie’s family and a strong connection to their culture. Pryor has attempted to fuse the then and now, by speaking of changes in the land, from a once spiritual gathering place, to a now busy town street where through food, they keep the culture alive (Pryor, 2010).
“ ...No. I think that person saw the wrong person, or they might even be making it up.”
“No, sadly I didn’t go back home since I turned after a long time because they were all human and I didn’t want to hurt them,” she replied, as she got up.
...tly. My wrists rotate and I delicately twist my fingers in the moist air as my hand-made red and black dress swishes with each pass I make. The long fringes of my manton swing smoothly at my sides as I dance with the clapped rhythm. I dance without stopping as each ancient song blends into the next. As the hours pass by I know I could dance fortever and forget about tomorrow.
Jonas, Gerald. Dancing: The Pleasure, Power, and Art of Movement. New York: Abrams, 1992. Print.
Ralan nodded. “That sounds wise, but will I be safe there? I am still uncertain that my brother doesn’t want me dead.”
"They did well." She says when he stops a few steps behind her, allowing her some space. "Though I wish he were not so serious, it looks so unlike him."
Everyone wants to be something when they grow up, but when someone asks them, “Why do you want to be that?”, their answers are a little more dreamy than they are realistic. When I am asked what I want to be when I grow up, the answer has always been, and will continue to be, a professional ballet dancer. And when they ask “Why?”, I could tell them exactly. I want to become a professional ballet dancer because when I was a younger child, before I started dance classes, I saw a ballet and it was like a dream. I have been doing ballet since I was two years old and realized quickly that if I worked hard enough, that dream could be a reality. I have never quit or taken a break because there are many other girls who have the same dream, but just because you dream it doesn't make it so. The hours you must spend every day practicing
The more he danced the more his interest for dancing grew. “Being praised for my dance moves as a kid motivated me a lot,” he says. He would spend hours after school with his friends perfecting his animation
“Dance is movement. Dance is picture making. Dance is storytelling. Dance is expression. Dance is emotional.”(Young).