And there they go, Ellis in his bare feet, Wysteria counting them off.
It is a lovely little dance, for all the comedy of the instruction. And Ellis, regardless of requests for repetition, pleas for benevolence, and bare feet, is a quick study. It comes naturally, using his body for any given purpose. Out of all the things he is obliged to learn on the fly, dancing might be the happiest of the lot.
And without a grasp on the original, it all feels seamless, as it should be.
Somewhere partway through, with Ellis turning Wysteria out and then in and out again, he asks, "Do you recall the dance I showed you?"
Years ago.
It shouldn't be on his mind, but it's come to him in pieces, returning over and over since Wysteria swore off dancing, there now as they move along the corridor together.
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It is a lovely little dance, for all the comedy of the instruction. And Ellis, regardless of requests for repetition, pleas for benevolence, and bare feet, is a quick study. It comes naturally, using his body for any given purpose. Out of all the things he is obliged to learn on the fly, dancing might be the happiest of the lot.
And without a grasp on the original, it all feels seamless, as it should be.
Somewhere partway through, with Ellis turning Wysteria out and then in and out again, he asks, "Do you recall the dance I showed you?"
Years ago.
It shouldn't be on his mind, but it's come to him in pieces, returning over and over since Wysteria swore off dancing, there now as they move along the corridor together.