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Why didn't I explain it to her? I'm not sure I could. Once, I saw Walter and 21 dancing, so beautifully through the flowers, moving not just in place but through space, leaving their paths where the flowers bowed in respect, getting closer and then farther away, never fully leaving the dance and somehow not so low as to be as normal dancing...
From time to time, I've dreamt about that night. I thought if anyone could understand the dream of that dance, slow and faceful through the flowers, like fish under the water and natural as birds to air, it'd be Sage.

So I told her only that there was something I wanted to do, and led her to a more isolated patch of flowers. And I began to move, letting her follow after me. Step and dance, step and dance. Twirl. A twirl. I'd turn to face her, and judge her reactions -- I wasn't sure what she was thinking of this. And so I let her take the lead, and let myself match my movements to compliment hers.

And I thought she must have thought me such a fool, but lead she did. We crossed paths and moved side-by-side, pulling ourselves together and apart. Neither of us exactly knew what we were doing -- and I think that was the point. We were trying to make something different, out of our thoughts and our motions... I tried my best, to decide to be her mirror or her companion, which probably didn't help her very much... But there was something of an art to matching her from a distance, and something to trail ahead or behind, or just move so carefully beside her. To watch her slender red legs turning the flowerpatch into a sunset sky, the purple clouds hiding the brillain suns of her fur... Her eyes the color of a bird in flight, darting at me with increasing confidence to see what I was doing, if I was still with her.

And, after a while, we just fell to dancing beside one another, thinking about that rhythm, of the images drawn by our bodies in the flowers. And talking about it, too...