It was a release.
She had stopped showing up at class when she realized that something had to go in order for her to keep balance in her life. School was something that she couldn't drop if only because her father would know and he would ask questions. He wouldn't ask her first, of course. He would start with her sister. Step-sister... But they were so close that he would have gone to her anyways. Then she would ask questions and Abigail couldn't risk that; not when they would be questions that she still didn't quite have the answers to.
Too many things had been happening lately, though. Cordelia's interest in things had been sparked again and that had drawn her back out. Her own desire to find out more about the life she had been awakened into had returned and she found herself, once more, in need of an escape.
Music had been a start, as it often was, and the routine had formed itself from there. Before she knew it she was choreographing a dance in her head when she should have been studying for an exam. She was doodling dance poses instead of working out math equations. Abigail was edging close to getting herself kicked out of class, twittering in her seat while studying in the library later until someone had asked her to leave.
It had been a relief; more so than she had expected. She'd grabbed her headphones and her work-out bag, heading straight for the studio. Abigail arrived just as a session was letting out, pausing long enough to chat with one of her instructors about signing up for the next class with an availability. The hug she received from the elder woman was as genuine as her smile and she thanked her for letting her linger in one of the practice rooms.
Once she had changed into a pair of leggings and a comfortable shirt she'd hit 'play', more than determined to dance the rest of her cares away. Abigail lost herself in the music, letting the routine finish forming itself while she worked out everything that had been on her mind. It was so good to be able to express herself without words; to shed all of the emotion at once without worrying that she might say too much.
By the time the song finished she was breathless. She paused long enough to get a drink from her water bottle before resetting the track to play through it again, working through the flaws of her original spontaneity in order to turn her movements into a proper routine. Maybe, if she asked nicely, she could convince Cordelia to come to the studio with her next time.
Was it possible to teach a crow to dance?
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