EIGHTY FIVE: The Dance
"You've worked hard!"
A man with shoulder-length graying hair tied back in a low ponytail congratulated Kel with a beaming face.
"Ah, thank you," Kel nodded apathetically, slumping onto the sofa.
"If we continue practicing every da-no, twice a day, I'm sure you'll be ready!" the man announced enthusiastically.
"Fantastic," Kel sighed, giving him a forced smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow bright and early then, Your Highness!" the man bowed before skipping out of the room.
Seriously, how did a person that old have so much energy?
And why did Serin dances have to be so complicated?!
Kel had spent a good portion of her life in dance lessons. She prided herself on her graceful movements and vast knowledge of traditional dances.
Traditional Western dances, that is.