Arha knew he was coming long before he got there and when the first song faded and flowed into something completely different (http://www.box.net/shared/feqyq0f4p8), she was no longer dancing just for herself, but for Obi-Wan. Words had always been useless. They lacked translation, they lacked depth. One could write a pretty paragraph, heartfelt and emotional, but in the end, what did it mean? She found her joy in movement, the same as she always did. Whatever was between the two of them it was never referred to, but simply expressed. It was there as sure as anything, sure and constant.
She was smooth, all curve and motion, weaving bits of him into her moves with Soresu, with the elegant mirroring of his own meditative practice she had seen him do countless times. The spaces between one moment to the next were full of them as she pushed herself into the air, springing high only to twist bonelessly, arcing high as the music took off. This required touches of the Force to augment the athletic display and the sheer joy of it was as bright as the song itself.
When she came down in that final move, she was right in front of him, her blue-within-blue eyes locked on his own with all the intensity of the midday sun. And she didn't say a word.
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She was smooth, all curve and motion, weaving bits of him into her moves with Soresu, with the elegant mirroring of his own meditative practice she had seen him do countless times. The spaces between one moment to the next were full of them as she pushed herself into the air, springing high only to twist bonelessly, arcing high as the music took off. This required touches of the Force to augment the athletic display and the sheer joy of it was as bright as the song itself.
When she came down in that final move, she was right in front of him, her blue-within-blue eyes locked on his own with all the intensity of the midday sun. And she didn't say a word.