Dancing (Open)

Maple twirled around in the clearing, flying across the soil, feeling like she was flying. The song played from her pack, which lay propped up at the base of a tree nearby.
Dancing cleared her head of thoughts, whether they be her dad and his Brittish girlfriend, or what is the best way to parry your opponents attacks.
She closed her eyes as she danced, having memorized every step. So she didn't notice someone come into the secluded clearing.

Alexandra was merely walking by when she heard music playing from the deeper part of the forest. Intrigued, she proceeded to walk towards the source of the sound, only to find a girl gracefully dancing in the clearing. Alex leaned against one of the trees, smiling as she watched the girl dance. She was pretty good, and just watching her made Alex feel relaxed. Struck by a sudden idea, Alex turned her camera on and aimed it at the girl. With one click of a button, a flash of white filled the clearing for a second, indicating that the picture was captured on camera.

Alex clapped her hands after she switched her camera off. "Bravo!" she called to make her presence known. "You're pretty good. Why do you choose to dance here of all places? You should go to the Amphitheatre."

Maple jumped in surprise as white light flashed behind her eyelids.
She opened them to find a girl holding a camera and clapping.
Maple smiled shyly at the compliment, and merely shrugged.
"Too many people there." she explained. She turned the music off when she walked to her pack, the song cutting off abruptly.

Maple's eyes got wider and wider as the girl talked on and on.
"I'm choreographing a dance." Maple told her. "I haven't decided when, but I have to speak to Mr. D"
Maple smiled a little, surprised at herself for talking so much. She was usually the quiet timid mouse in the corner.
"Maple" She smiled again, a little wider this time.

"Or I talk too little." Maple untensed a little, laughing lightly.
Maple nodded, agreeing that the camp had too little shows. She loved going to shows, even if she couldn't participate.
"You're a photographer?" She asked, looking at the camera.

"Can I see the picture you took of me?" Maple asked, really quite curious. Having stopped dancing, she realized how cold it was, and started shivering. She found a jacket in her pack and pulled it on, warmth filling her. Almost like how it felt when she was dancing.
The cold brought her mind back to last winter, when her dad announced that he'd met a really nice woman and they were dating. Last week she'd gotten a letter saying that they were going to get married.
Of course you won't come to the wedding, sweetheart. We're only inviting 100 guests and it's mostly friends of mine and family of Sasha. We don't want to add to the costs by flying you over here, and you don't like London anyway. We're planning to hold the wedding on February 25, and say 'I do' when Big Ben strikes 12.
That was why she'd been dancing. She'd started at 11:45, trying not to think of them as she'd danced. Of course she wanted to come! Sasha didn't like her, so Maple was no longer Daddy's little girl. Maple's IPod started beeping as it turned twelve o' clock. But she'd steeled her heart, so she simply turned off the buzzer.

"That's a really great picture!" Maple studied the digital screen, seeing her leg bent to one side, arms in the air.
"Not that I know of." Maple said, embarrassed, hiding her IPod when Alex asked about it.
"I'm gonna go speak to Mr.D tomorrow maybe." Maple thought aloud, making plans in her head.

"Thanks!" Maple smiled. She didn't feel shy and clumsy while speaking any more. Maybe friends were good.
"What cabin are you from? I'm Terpsichore. Muse of dance." Maple asked. " I haven't seen you in the Muse cabin, but I'm usually off somewhere..."

"Spot on." Maple laughed. The other Terpsichore kids talked too much to dance properly in Maple's opinion. Though they all had medals and trophies like Maple.
"Zeus?" Maple gasped. "Ruler of the heavens and lord of the sky? King god of the gods?" Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke, as she was feeling intimidated. Maple bit her lip, nervous to be standing in the presence of such power.

Maple calmed down, but her nerves were still all jittery inside. One wrong thing and poof vaporization. Though Alex didn't seem like that type of kid.
"I guess. Sorry." Maple apologized for her nervousness. She giggled at the half-joke about lightning. "I think lightning is like a form of really fast dance. Like a brilliantly hot and bright Perron running and jumping and sticking their arms and legs in every direction. Hey! I could do that for cabin one if Mr. D approves." Maple did a quick imitation of her take on lightning, limbs flying. She collapsed into giggles partway through a jump and sat down.

"Me too" Maple smiled. "I'll go ask him now!" She adjusted her pack and waved goodbye. She then took off running, not wanting to linger in dark non-path areas too long. When she got to the path, she waved again.