"No, no no!" the elder magi exclaimed, clapping her hands together and chuckling at Lena's clumsy movements. She stood from her place on the log and lurched toward a flushed and flustered Lena, who stomped a hoof in protest, huffing and jabbing her hands onto her rotund hips. The elder mage, Rhiaga, smiled kindly and placed her hands over Lena's, "You must let go from here, girl." She patted Lena's behind, then pointed to her hips.
"Let your tail relax, loosen your hips. It's just a dance." Rhiaga's eyes shone as she looked up at the taller draenei and patted the young woman's lanky fingers. "Easy for you to say, Ga!" Lena exclaimed, nibbling on her lower lip. She had been working with Rhiaga for weeks, trying to perfect the Dance of Flames. It was a particularly challenging ritual for young mages, a mating ritual of sorts, and Lena felt completely out of her element. Sure, she could cast spells, but dancing... Dancing was out of the question.
Rhiaga smiled knowingly, laughing softly to herself and slowly stepping back to her place on the log, "Try it again!"
Lena had spent years with Krastos already, his attempts at a proper and lengthy courtship bashful and almost as clumsy as her dancing. But Naaru help her, she was head over heels for him.
It was said that if one could master this particular dance, one could easily charm a mate, and Lena was eager to try. Ga counted off again, "One, two, three, now!" And Lena's hips began to sway. She kept the count in her head - barely - and her tongue stuck out of her mouth in a way that she hoped no one would ever see. Her flowing blue skirt whirled as she rolled her pelvis forward and back, trying to keep her hooves firmly on the ground as she stepped in small circles and her knees loose. Ga had taken her top, perfectly modest and covering her entire torso, and ripped it, leaving only the most private areas covered. Lena had huffed in frustration in the moment, but was glad now to have the sun and cool breeze on her bare skin. Ga clapped and sang in her raspy elder woman voice, a song the Naaru had inspired as the draenei made their escape.
Lena slowly turned, her body wiggling in all the right places, Ga singing loudly, a smile in her voice. As the final refrain began, Lena lifted her arms in the air and grinned, throwing back her head and feeling her long dark hair brush along her back. She was getting it. It made sense now! Ga finished the last chorus as Lena danced, finally, with enthusiasm. The younger woman collapsed in a fit of giggles on the ground next to Ga's log, "Did you see! I did it! I can do it!" Ga beamed back and took Lena by the chin, leaning close, "I knew you could, dear." She leaned back and assessed Lena, "Now let's work on securing that handsome mate of yours, yes?"
Meanwhile, along the edge of the darkened forest, Krastos watched the two women in awe. His eyes were glued to Lena's frame, mouth hanging open. He had no idea she could move like that! And he looked away for a moment, somewhat guiltily for thinking about how she would move with him.
