Terath's tone was a perfect blend of sincerity and admiration. It was so convincing that for a fleeting moment, I almost believed it. Lira offered a weak, strained smile, murmuring her thanks.
He then turned to the rest of the girls, giving them a charming, disarming smile. "I love these dances. They're a timeless and elegant pattern, beautiful in every way, don't you think? Each song a little world of its own. A set of rules, a set of steps. Those who practice, who master the patterns, glide through it all as if born to it. But what about when the music changes? Those same, familiar steps turn into traps, leading to a stumble, a misstep, a fall. To cling to them after they've ceased their purpose would be foolishness, no? When the music changes, so too must the dance, else you risk being left behind."
