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Tanisha ran, skipping as she felt her spirits being lifted by the music, by the sounds before crashing down once more. As she felt the emotions she reacted with her body, skipping before slinking forward. She soon came across the pair creating the incredible music, a blue lion and a dappled grey lioness. They skipped a note and then sharing a glance they stopped their performance.

“No, please keep going.” Tanisha gasped, panting from her run. She had never felt this involved with expressing the emotions and things inside her. The lioness with the strange instrument went to resume but the lion, the one who had sung held out a paw, with a soft confused look on his face.

“Were you attempting to dance while running?” He asked, head tilted, a strange expression on his sky coloured face.

“What's dancing?” Tanisha asked cautiously back. She had heard of flames dancing but wasn't that just movement? Of course Tanisha had been moving while running, pretty hard not to. The instrument screeched to a stop.

“What's dancing?! You don't know?” The two gasped and exclaimed. Tanisha felt herself blush under her pale fur. She often felt sheltered by her pride but surely she hadnt missed something too important right?

But as the two explained it felt like Tanisha had missed a huge art form, one so different to the others her pride used. It was expression through the body's movement and Tanisha knew she had to try it. She had always felt the urge to move and sway with music,even just the rudimentary forms she had heard before but now it appeared there were names for such feelings, and a lion who could help her put them into action. His name was Uro, and Tanisha could hardly stay still in her excitement.

It appeared she had found a medium.

(Random mix of 1 + 2 sort of (It went off track))


Dancing was a lot harder than Tanisha had originally thought. Timing, coordination and being aware of where her paws were at all times all played such huge roles. Repeating the same few movements over and over again, trying to make it so each feeling in her story could be properly expressed. She loved expressing joy the most, but to move into sadness, to watch her mentor, Uro, face fall with her own body language was its own reward as well, to see how her actions convey emotion to others. It was something she had always wanted for herself, the ability to act through a medium and tell stories.

The more she learnt, the more she loved dancing. None of the other mediums had ever felt like this for her. She felt in control of her audience and for the first time she felt truly in control of herself. She found herself holding her head higher, a spring in her step. She danced as she did her chores, as she ate and drank, and sometimes even as she slept.

She had no clue how she had ever held back, how she had survived without the music and dance in her body. It was a part of her now, a part that made her feel whole and brave.
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