This counts as Christmas spirit right?

[gaisce]

I've finally crawled out of the backlog of all my obligations (okay just some) but the perfect response would be to give myself more work. Everyone I flaked out on before has full permission to smack me here. Yes, even if I'm still working on their other stuff...

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[gaisce]

“Dance with me,” he said quietly. It was soft and undemanding, like how he always spoke to her.

Ahiru paused, her body quivering to shake out the water she had gotten between her feathers in her panic. She quacked in confusion, paddling back and forth as if to see if he was all right.

“We never danced, did we? You and I. Not as we are,” he said and stepped forward, his body making ripples so she felt her stomach rise and climb in her body the way she remembered when he lifted her. “Will you teach me?”

Her blue eyes flickered and she lowered her head as if to cover a blush. And the prince waited until pinion feathers touched when Ahiru told him yes.

It was awkward. The prince’s steps dragged behind Ahiru’s webbed feet, his body an unwieldy compliment to her quick, agile darting. His arms extended and fell with shifting weight compared to her feathered wings that rippled outward from them. When she slid beneath the water, he had to trust her as he continued to move his feet from one position to the next before she reappeared with an exultant quack of joy. In the shallows of the lake Ahiru was the première danseur and Mytho’s effortless grace could only keep him on his feet against the pull of her small form, dancing as if she could call up the tides.

When they finished the prince was breathless and laughing. To anyone else he must have looked ridiculous, but Ahiru saw in his eyes a look of joy she had not seen in his features even when she returned the last piece of his heart to him. And it was for her, for dancing with him and being the one to make their dance look beautiful.

Oh, thought Ahiru, who was happy being what she was but still missed things. Longed for things. And didn’t know for what part of her belonged, but still dreamed.