Elomir under siege (1)

"You're getting better." Ilmadia said, chuckling as she saw Ceph turning red. Oh, their first dance had been a battle of how many times he could step on her toes. But now, it was limited to just a handful of times. 

"Why am I struggling so much?" Ceph asked, stunned by the fact that he kept failing at something that sounded, should be, so simple. This was nothing compared to the drills he ran with his father, nor was it anything compared to fighting alongside Eldrian. Yet, he kept stumbling. 

"Because you are overthinking, dummy." Ilmadia teased, flicking Ceph's forehead as she did. "Instead of letting the music flow through you, you are trying to keep count of the beats and continue staring at the ground."

"But... How am I supposed to not step on your toes if I don't look where I am stepping?" Ceph asked, distraught.