Ren's mana felt tense in ways she'd never perceived before, anxiety radiating from his spiritual energy like heat from fire.
Controlled but present, impossible for her enhanced senses to miss.
Still, she walked toward him and took his hand to begin the dance because retreating now would mean acknowledging something was wrong.
'Please let nothing be wrong…'
The music started with that familiar melody that should have been comforting but instead felt ominous.
Fortunately everything seemed normal in the execution if not in the internal feeling...
Hours passed and Luna finally relaxed.
And while they moved in steps they'd practiced so many times the movements had become automatic, Luna allowed herself to feel something she normally didn't.
Gratitude…
For her life.
For the small yet wonderful moments like this.
Gratitude that felt almost painful in its intensity.
