OOC: Gonna wrap this up soon
The music tingled in her ears, making her think of past days, and she didn't want the big male to stop. She felt a smile spread across her face as he asked his next question.
Windsong, fidgeting, paused, trying to think of a good way to reply to his question. Well, she hadn't really learned to dance anywhere; she'd just always been able to do it, from the time she could stand up, she'd watched her mom dance and learn from her moves. "Well, I watched my mom dance when I was little, and as soon as I could stand up I tried to mirror her moves. My sisters were better at hunting than dancing, though, and my brothers weren't interested in the arts at all; all they cared about was play-fighting."
"Valinta? What does she look like? It should be interesting to learn some new dances, as all the dances I know are based mostly off improvisation, and are in 'pacific' style. I'll try and find her, if it won't be too hard."
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