Moonspear hind's feet in high places

It was not a great turnout, really. Kindle was pleased to see Europia, though, and gratified to greet Treepie with a smile and a kiss. So, of course, he nearly floated through the first set he tried to teach — 

It was a dance meant to describe the hunting and felling of a whitetail buck, which meant that many of the motions were jagged and aggressive, and not meant to be float-y at all. And, it was one of those dances where each dancer had a different part. Kindle taught them the part of the lead hunter first, and then the second second, and then he played the part of the deer a few times while they practiced the moves together.

Not all dances were taught like this. Some, it was most important to learn all the moves individually before putting them together. But the dance of the buck was what he'd always started younger groups off on, so that they could wrap their head around the feel of dance without being bored right off with the technicalities.

It was a fun exercise — emphasis on the exercise. He often made them practice it even after they'd mastered it, just so that the kids could run out their zoomies before they got to work.

"That's good," he said to them, a little breathless after the last run. "Now who wants to learn to be the buck?"

But he was just as willing to call it a day. It'd been a long while since he'd taught a full lesson, and he was sure he'd be aching in the morning already.