oO A Different Way Oo
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Zoraida had been back home now for a few days and was trying to practice dance with her mom without any success. She sighed and decided to take a break from her lessons and to wander around town. It was a new place for them and while they would only be there temporarily she was still enjoying it. Zora hadn’t had much time to explore the town yet so she was taking this opportunity to do so. Wandering around the town she heard some music drifting from a doorway, her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but peek her head in. Inside there was an older woman teaching dance to some younglings. They were basic steps yet they were steps that Zora still had issues nailing all the time. If she slowed down she could do it but that wasn’t what those kinds of dances were supposed to be like. Zora sighed as she watched these younglings perform steps with almost ease that she had trouble with every time. In a way, it got to her. She felt inferior to the younglings when it came to dance and this wasn’t something she felt often. Usually she kept her head high and knew that if she wanted to achieve something she had to work hard for it. Yet...she wished she didn’t have to work SO hard for it. Was it really fair for her to be such a klutz? It made her wonder just why she was like that? Was she cursed? Was she born on a cursed day? Did the gods just hate her? Even though she knew she probably looked creepy just leaning in the doorway watching the dancing lesson she couldn’t look away. It would probably take her months if not a year to master what these younglings were learning today. As she sighed, it was like the small abnormal sound drew the teacher’s attention to her. She raised an eyebrow quickly before turning back to her students to not call more attention to the outsider watching their lesson. After the lesson was over and all the little ones filtered out the teacher got her attention and waved her in. She appeared to be some kind of hybrid but Zora couldn’t discern between what races. What she did know was that she was beautiful. ”You look like you were remembering something as you watched those younglings dance. Did you dance?” Zora couldn’t help but notice that she used the past tense, thinking Zora must’ve had an injury or something that made her stop. Zora sighed, ”If only. I’m from a family of dancers but somehow I was born with not only two left feet but ones that just don’t comply with my brain.” The teacher’s eyes slid over her, as if taking in her body build and the way she carried herself. ”I can tell that the desire is there...and many failed attempts?” Zora shrugged, ”It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it used to. I’m kinda used to failing now…” The woman’s mouth quirked as she thought, ”So you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place aren’t you? You love dance, but dance doesn’t love you. Are you thinking of a different path?” Zoraida sighed as the topic she dreaded was brought up yet she didn’t feel awkward discussing it with this stranger. ”Yes...I want to be a dancer like my Mom, but I don’t see myself being successful, unfortunately.” The woman nodded and stood, before going to a cupboard and pulling out a book. ”You have a high pain tolerance. You have a good drive and obviously have passion. You seem like you might have an easy time in the magical arts.” The woman handed her the book. ”I hear there’s a spell somewhere to be able to put a protective bubble around you. Perhaps you could use this to help you with your real passion while having something to help keep you safe?” Zora’s eyes widened, it was like Zyphire had suggested, a magic bubble. Maybe she could learn this and be able to pursue her passion later! Smiling as she stood once more, not without almost faceplanting again, Zora thanked the mystery woman, too excited to ask for her name and rushed out. She was going to be a scholar!
