Wheeling Gull Isle embraced by moonlight

she lost herself in her movements, she let her thoughts, worries, pain fall away. there was only this, the soft sound of waves, the swaying melody of frost covered lavender, her steps. she gave herself over to the feeling that she loved, the only police she had when she was enslaved.

but then came a voice, her thoughts came back to her as she processes the question ask led from behind her. she had not stopped her movements, creating a twirl as she moved to face him. only then did the movement stop, her training came to her then. she gave a sad but gentle smile as she kept her tail low to show submission. he had asked her a question so she must answer it.

"this one was trained to dance for the enjoyment of others but this one still enjoys it even if it is no longer required," she stayed simply