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[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Is there a limit to how much we can ask of the Castle?

Angel;
Were you the one who brought me here?

Clark;
I'm sorry.


[ She can also be found at the gym, as always, practicing.

You may hear echoes of this music from outside, accompanied by the occasional sound of wood tapping against linoleum. Once she finishes a round, she takes a few minutes to breathe, then does it again. Sometimes she rehearses a part many times, perfecting it. And sometimes, after a good round, she curtsies to herself in the mirror and smiles.

But Nina doesn't smile when she dances. ]

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[whichswan.livejournal.com]

[ Nina's face is lined with concentration as she practices her battus across the room, hopping on one pointed foot. Noticing the sound, she quickly drops to her feet and whips around, decidedly nervous at her presence. ]

Hello.

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Her ears wiggle a bit as her expression and posture soften up a bit, looking more neutral, setting the spear down and trying to sound friendly. She was never good at not being aloof.]

Hello, was that you doing all this dancing and such just now? I heard it down the hall.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

I--yes.

I'm sorry, was I making too much noise?

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

Eh? Oh no, not at all. I was merely curious as to what was going on.

It's a beautiful tune, really. I've not heard it before, but I've heard similar styles in my world.