Aerial Dance

Faelán took a deep breath in. It was almost time for him to take the stage. He had spent months preparing his dance routine, training his hardest with his practice silks and his form.

Aerial silk is one of the many forms of dance that Faelan loved to perform. He usually performs with a safety net underneath, in case he missed grabbing a silk or he slipped, but today he dares to try without the comfort of the safety net being underneath. He has confidence that his skills would not let him down.

He put on the finishing touches of his make-up, which is reminiscent of that of a hyena. Dark eye-shadow, black spots on the side of his face, and cheeks, glad that he made the right call to not add anything fancy to his curled tail and hair. Usually he would, but this was not the right time to be extravagant. Not when he plans on being suspended in the air.

He wore a long sleeve black unitard, that cut off at his upper thigh. He enjoyed flaunting his glow while he danced.

Please be careful. His friend's words echoed in his head and Faelán shook his head, trying to brush aside Enma's nervousness.

He knew it was alot to ask of the other gleam to come and watch him. Enma prefers solitary and books, not big gatherings, crowds of people and a pending disaster if Faelán ended up loosing his grip on the silks. But Enma came, and he was happy that they made the effort.

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In the crowd, Enma sat in the back, hoping to be unnoticed by others. They turned off their blue-white glow to avoid attracting attention and mentally fussed over Faelán. Did he have enough make-up on? Was it too much? Did Faelán get enough practice in before he is called to the stage?

Every dance that Faelán does, every competition that he participates, Enma had taken on the responsibility to do his make-up. Not that they didn't trust the other to do their own make-up, but they preferred to do his make-up before shows. It helped pull the theme of the show and outfit together. That's always been Enma's justification.

They messed with the frail ends of their jacket, eyes glued to the stage when the lights dimmed, and eventually turned off.

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Stepping out on the stage when the music started, Faelán danced a little bit to the beat, before the silks were introduced. They were a deep purple, darker than his glow.

Grabbing the silks when the music reached it's peak, Faelán was lifted in the air, and he scrambled to get the silks tied around him in the elegant, discreet manner like he had practiced. When he felt secure, he let himself front flip against the silks, and he grabbed the remaining silk to throw over his shoulder on the way down to the ground.

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He's never in the air for longer then a minute. Enma noted, counting how long Faelán's been in the air, each time that the silks bring him up.

The other gleam had to admit, they were in awe of Faelán's talent. His passion for dance shone through each dance he put on.

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The silks brought him down to the ground once again and Faelán had repositioned himself with the silk wrapped around his arms, instead of around his body. He started to spin, and was lifted off the ground. Once he was high enough once more, he turned himself upside down, the silk curled around one of his legs and he spun in place while upside down, hugging the fabric to his body, the end to his performance. He released the silks, allowing himself to drop safely, yet the fabric tied around his waist stopped him just inches from the ground. Faelán blinked to reorient himself and he flipped himself upright and untied himself from the gentle fabrics. He bowed, with a grin on his face as the crowd clapped.