Striving for Perfection (open)

[Pandora D'Winter]

"You turn dancing into a restrictive formality, its just like the balls back home." The funny thing was that Pandora actually liked that type of dancing it was just the rules and the company and the clothes that really bugged her that and the fact that the dancing had to be just so.

[Cassie Jones]

Casie shrugged, "Ballet isn't for everyone, I know that. But I'm also a chorepgrapher so I can create the rules." Cassie said, a smile on her face as she was talking about dancing. "I love most types of dance although i have focused heavily on ballet." Cassie explained as she sat down to take her shoes off.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora smiled "Whatever you say darling." She didn't feel like talking about this any more at all"Now if you want to continue justifying your dedication to predetermined movements you can find someone else to talk in the general direction of." Pandora had moved on to the background surrounding her two figured and looked intently at the paper for a moment. This was one part that had to be made perfect.

[Cassie Jones]

Cassie shrugged and stood up. "No need to be like that" she muttered under her breath. She stood up, ballet shoes in hand and went to dump them on her bag befoe she began choreagraphing her own dance. It was a while since Cassie had done any choreography and so she was keen to start again. Her dances were alwasy a mix of traditioanl ballet and more modern dance which provided for a very intersting product.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora continued drawing her eyes flicking up every so often to view the other girl. The two eyes had perfectly melded into the drawing, so meaningful and present and yet it would take looking at the drawing for quite some time to actually notice there were there always watching the two central figures. The shadows were both familiar and alien that surround the two girls in the middle of the page, Pandora smiled as she looked down. Very few would recognize the figures and even fewer would understand the whole of the pictures meaning and only two could ever understand the truth behind it and that would be the two children long since grown up, Lucretia and Pandora herself. She finally was almost finished and she looked up yet again at the other girl, glad that she was dancing so that Pandora would not be expected to converse with her.

[Cassie Jones]

Cassie paused and frowned, something wasn't quite right. She sighed, she had never had trouble before. "Pandora, do you mind watching this and seeing what you think? Something's not quite right but I don't know what" Cassie asked.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora sighed and rolled her eyes "Maybe you soul went missing." She said in her almost normal teasing tone except for the fact that it had a sharp edge "Or maybe you're just thinking." For something to be thought to be wrong it meant that there was definately thought going on, and analyzing dance just wasn't on the list of things that Pandora wanted to do.

[Cassie Jones]

Cassie sighed, "Please just watch, there are several competitions coming up. But as I'm not at college my tutors can't help. Just tell me what you think" Cassie asked, her eyes settling hopefully on Pandora.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora stood up and looked at the girl her eyes sharp "You want to know what I think, I think you just need to stop thinking and just let the music flow through you and guild your steps. Sure it might not be as polished but it will be more real. You complicate things but if you want me to set her and criticize everything you do wrong who am I to refuse." It would terribly against her nature to not offer blatant criticism even if the person did want it.

[Cassie Jones]

Cassie nodded, taking on what Pandora was saying. "Okay" Cassie said, she was prepared to take whatever she said with a pinch of salt. Pandora wasn't exactly in a great mood, but it was precisely what Cassie wanted. Without giving Pandora warning she let the music start. At first she followed her previous movement precisely. But then she started to vary her movement to suit the music, it was almost as if the music was speaking to her and directing her movements. Her kicks were higher, her spins looser and her body not as tense. She finished by spinning round and round, letting her body move in time with the music. She stopped and looked over at Pandora. "So what do you think?" Cassie asked.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora smirked evilly "You got better but in the first bit you looked kind of like a marionette doll, very wooden. The sad part was that was Pandora being almost nice because she could tell that by the end of it the other girl had stopped thinking as much which was a good thing.

[Cassie Jones]

Cassie nodded, "Thanks, I listened to what you said and tried to include it. Do you dance?" she asked curiously.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora nodded slowly, "Yes I dance, though its not in the exact same way." She smiled at the thought of her random midnight dances when the moon was over head and the only music was that within herself and the noises that came from the night that surrounded her. She tried not to think of the endless balls but those came up as well in her mind. Yes she had always danced.

[Cassie Jones]

"Can I see?" Cassie asked shyly, she didn't know how Pandora would react, but seeing someone dance always told her so much about the other person's personality. She would be able to learn a lot about Pandora from her dancing although hardly anyone knew that such a thing was possible.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora walked into the middle of the room and closed her eyes, she hadn't actually danced with them open for years. In her mind her imagination created the field back home the tall trees and shadows the moon shining down from above in silver waves. There was a melody in the wind, and she curtsied low to the partner and for a moment she saw Eros flash in front of her bowing in the way he always did. She had the talent to remember details which was helpful in her art and in other parts of life as well and she got up a soft smile upon her lips and began to move. She swayed and leaped and spun as though the wind itself was carrying her on its wings but there was a dark sadness to it for the wind itself sounded like one in morning, so sad, then the beat got faster like the beating of the heart of that of the earth. She forgot all about her watcher, this was a moment separate from time and place.