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Fleeting graceful movements, a beautiful sight was she. Everyone was entranced as she performed on the ice. Her lace ribbons twirled with her almost melodically to the music, and breathtaking was all that could be said for it. Colors bouncing off of her wings. She danced like a swan with the balance of a crane; with scales as shiny as a ravens feathers that the moonlight made glow.

"Look at her! So light on her feet like that." they would say, "Indeed. A crown jewel for sure!" another boasted.

Dancing was her passion, a way of life, an art form. Karasu never did it for the money. No, she had plenty of that, as she was raised in an esteemed household of noble blood.

Ever since she was a child she never had many worries, her mind was filled with optimism and hope. She had pets to play with. A whole library of books to read. She even took up ice skating, seeing it as a fun way to pass the time. Daily lessons consisted of her learning how to keep up with the family name, and kept up she did. The pressure was minimal, but nothing she couldn't outright handle. Especially when she was introduced to dancing; the newfound freedom she had with expressing herself in movements was indescribable. At the start she tripped over her own feet, falling down and acquiring various bruises, but she kept at it with years of practice. Solid determination kept her going.

With all her optimism her naturally cheerful attitude attracted others, and said cheerfulness rubbed off on them. It was from this that she acquired many friends and her parents pride. All that said, growing under it all from constant praise came a snarky attitude, with too much self-esteem. Indeed her tongue could be as sharp and snappy as her movements could. It got to the point where her friends would start to be weary of her, slowly distancing themselves or vanishing altogether. It wasn't until her old friends gathered, snapping at her themselves to bring her back to her senses; a taste of her own medicine, and from her fear came realization. After a couple weeks they forgave her. They were as happy as she was to have their friend back, to have herself back.

Now this side never came out too often, only to defend herself or those close to her. Karasu did her best to stay kind and humble, learning lessons about the world outside her family name and her clan. As she learned, a growing problem presented itself to her, and this problem was how she realized one thing; she had it easy her whole life. Her friends and others burdened with disaster after disaster. It pained her to watch it all, and so she did what she could, lifting their spirits the only way she knew how. Along with supporting them and lending coin every now and then, she danced for them. A light in the never ending darkness. And they appreciated every gesture, some going on to make names for themselves from what she had done.

Those close to her encouraged her to do the same as they had; go out and find a place. Make a career of her talent. So she started performing in public. The dances she danced were stories, stories of her friends and their struggles. Bringing a light to all of the hardships in the world. As everyone loves stories, including her. Which is why she delved more and more into Interpretive Dance. And it attracted interest as more and more crowds gathered the more she performed. They praised her. Some tried to form contracts with her, but she shook her heads at them, refusing every penny they tried to throw. The voices of the business dragons fell upon deaf ears. Greed would not be her downfall.

As Karasu went on, she expanded her talents. Dancing on ice was one of her proudest achievements, taking a childhood hobby and combining it with something one loves is truly an amazing thing. Like when she started dancing, she fell down a lot then too, but always got up. Determination always shining through in the end.

In her eyes when she performs.

And in the hearts of those she performs for.