EIGHTY FIVE: The Dance

"You've worked hard!"

A man with shoulder-length graying hair tied back in a low ponytail congratulated Kel with a beaming face.

"Ah, thank you," Kel nodded apathetically, slumping onto the sofa.

"If we continue practicing every da-no, twice a day, I'm sure you'll be ready!" the man announced enthusiastically.

"Fantastic," Kel sighed, giving him a forced smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow bright and early then, Your Highness!" the man bowed before skipping out of the room.

Seriously, how did a person that old have so much energy?

And why did Serin dances have to be so complicated?!

Kel had spent a good portion of her life in dance lessons. She prided herself on her graceful movements and vast knowledge of traditional dances.

Traditional Western dances, that is.