She starts out slowly, as slow as the soft-burning fire; a mere flicker of movement, here and there, then again. Her long, slender arms suspend themselves in the air into a seamless arc. Strong lines of her right leg, clad with crimson material, lift up behind her as her supportive leg balances itself upon a powerful, arched foot. The pale figure maintains her starting position with hidden strength becoming like a stone upon the ground. Smoke filled eyes stare out upon the crowd, strong and yet frail; they appear to rise slowly in emotion. Abruptly she drops her position; pointed toes barely sweep the floor into her principal twirl, fanning the darkness with a swish of her bright colored skirt. The fabrics twist and then pause around her legs as her movement halts and her fingers tease and clutch desirously at the sky. Expressions of pain washes over her complexion while her eyes spark in fury. She can see, sense, and taste it. It calls to her in whispers and taunts. Her arms fall lightly, brushing against her body, and she readies herself.
Her eyelids drift downwards, lashes brushing against her cheeks. A simple strain of two or three notes fills her head, giving her much needed guidance. It floats around her, carried upon by the violence of those who came before, and as it reaches her ears she begins to move. Her feet prick the hard surface and she treads towards the unknown. Her leg rises and extends out and her frame dips low, meeting the shadows around with an acknowledging bow. The tune increases and she spins out of her position, arms stretching high as sweat fell from her face, coating her in a light sheen. Her eyes spring open as she becomes enlivened in her strength, breath racing and deepening with each half turn. The further she revolves the more the shadows circle around her with their sharp, angular movements being seen only by the flickers of light from the fire.
She moves into a bent position, harnessing her energy, and springs into the air into a wide leap. Arms glide up and hands form themselves like knives, cutting at the unseen as it follows her. Her body executes a half turn in the air before she lands gracefully on her supporting leg. She lets the other fall behind, exacting her figure into frozen state. The blood within burns and shakes in response to the pulsations around her, but she remains steadied. Let them tease. She whispers to herself, knitting her eyebrows in concentration and forming her lips into a line of determination. As her state thins, her body loosens and begins to move once more on its own accord. Toes extending, she places first one foot, and then the other, down before her. She rises upon them and elevates her neck to speak towards the sky in a soft, almost silent whisper.
She lowers her head, glowering off into the distance again, and steps forward rapidly on the tips of her toes. Her body leans to the right, in her movement, and her arms curve above her head. She repeats the motion in the opposite direction, seemingly dodging something. Her mouth curls and she straightens, pushing her right leg against her left. She lifts her arm and curls it out before her as she simultaneously strengthens her supporting leg. Spotting her turns, she swivels her body around and around, like a column of red and yellow against the dark atmosphere. Raw expressions paint her features as the shadows and melodies rise and fall with every turn. They are consumed as her turns cease, and float like ash when her figure graciously sinks to the ground into a kneeling position.