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xp_logsTerry's making the rounds early in the morning and spies something interesting in the rec room.
Terry hummed her way through the early morning mansion. There was never really a time when you had the place all to yourself. The early risers overlapped with the night owls and that was completely reckoning without the insomniac but this was about as alone as one could really manage. Terry liked this time of day best. Just after sunrise when even in summer the air was still chill.
A flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned to see who else was enjoying the early morning sun. Recognition had her nearly calling out to the woman there before she realized what must be happening and leaned against the doorway instead.
The rhythm she was dancing to was somehow unmistakable, even though it went unheard. Every piece of furniture in the rec room was neatly avoided as the blonde women swayed her way through the music, lips moving to words that had her smiling in unabashed glee, hips going from side to side in unashamed delight multi-mirrored rollerskates on her feet. A sudden stop and twirl in the middle of the room, the coffee table narrowly avoided by one upraised skated foot, feathery hair fluttering about in harmony, completed the first circuit. An explosion of glittering light sparks flowed around her for the finishing move, drawing a smirk of satisfaction at an apparently satisfactory performance and she posed grandly, as though granting an adoring public a moment of silent reflection and adoration.
And then, without further ado, the metallic silver of the halter top she was wearing glittering in invisible sunlight like a demented disco ball, the woman resumed her circuit around the room, lips still moving to a silent song, body still bopping to invisible notes.
Terry laughed, bell tones ringing through otherwise silent air and left her teacher's other life to continue its joyful revel. She'd have to call the West Coast later and mock Alison. Some visions were just too adorable to not require a HELL of a lot of teasing.
Terry hummed her way through the early morning mansion. There was never really a time when you had the place all to yourself. The early risers overlapped with the night owls and that was completely reckoning without the insomniac but this was about as alone as one could really manage. Terry liked this time of day best. Just after sunrise when even in summer the air was still chill.
A flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned to see who else was enjoying the early morning sun. Recognition had her nearly calling out to the woman there before she realized what must be happening and leaned against the doorway instead.
The rhythm she was dancing to was somehow unmistakable, even though it went unheard. Every piece of furniture in the rec room was neatly avoided as the blonde women swayed her way through the music, lips moving to words that had her smiling in unabashed glee, hips going from side to side in unashamed delight multi-mirrored rollerskates on her feet. A sudden stop and twirl in the middle of the room, the coffee table narrowly avoided by one upraised skated foot, feathery hair fluttering about in harmony, completed the first circuit. An explosion of glittering light sparks flowed around her for the finishing move, drawing a smirk of satisfaction at an apparently satisfactory performance and she posed grandly, as though granting an adoring public a moment of silent reflection and adoration.
And then, without further ado, the metallic silver of the halter top she was wearing glittering in invisible sunlight like a demented disco ball, the woman resumed her circuit around the room, lips still moving to a silent song, body still bopping to invisible notes.
Terry laughed, bell tones ringing through otherwise silent air and left her teacher's other life to continue its joyful revel. She'd have to call the West Coast later and mock Alison. Some visions were just too adorable to not require a HELL of a lot of teasing.
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