The Park, Saturday Morning
It had become a kind of habit to walk to the park in the mornings and do her dance practise there. It was the best place to come up with new ideas for her classes, and she always had an audience, even though by now the ducks and flamingos mostly ignored her.
Dance practise had become a good routine. Some days it might look like she was killing something (and that might actually cause some disturbance among the birds), and other days she danced one of the ballet pieces she had learnt as a child. Some days she did a lot of standing still.
Sometimes people joined her. She wondered what today would be like. Later today she would look human, but this morning she wore her true zerg form. The bony wings always added a lot to the dance.
[open park, of course. Welcome to talk to, dance with or stare at River.]
Dance practise had become a good routine. Some days it might look like she was killing something (and that might actually cause some disturbance among the birds), and other days she danced one of the ballet pieces she had learnt as a child. Some days she did a lot of standing still.
Sometimes people joined her. She wondered what today would be like. Later today she would look human, but this morning she wore her true zerg form. The bony wings always added a lot to the dance.
[open park, of course. Welcome to talk to, dance with or stare at River.]