The hunt and a meeting

[Sarai Naavah]

3rd of Summer 514 AV Sarai’s heart pounded calmly in her chest, it was times like these, which were so rare and far in between, that the kelvic feline felt truly at peace. Growing up in the orphanage it was rare that she gained a quiet moment to herself and when she did she enjoyed exploring and hunting things or people even if only to watch them rather then attempt to eat them. Many of her days were spent exploring the ruined bits of the orphanage but now that she was old enough, a whole two years old, and the orphanage demanded she find a job upon her reaching maturity. With her new job she bought herself a small quaint home where she could be by herself and watch people on the busy streets of Zeltiva and hopefully learn from them when they didn’t know she was watching. It wasn’t even a breath of a week since she left the orphanage and well she was now out roaming the forests on the outskirts of the city and enjoying her new found, if not a little bit scary, freedom. One paw pressed into the spongy grass that she prowled and her nose snuffed into the ground following the scent trail of some small mammal she didn’t really know the name of. Her long body hung low to the ground naturally but now as she stalked prey it hugged against the ground just barely scraping her belly across the earth. The fresh scent of the grass filled her senses, it was exquisite and made her want to hop around on all four paws like a cub experiencing summer for the first time. She loved this time of year and she found it so easy to get distracted by the scents of flowers, bark, mud, water and everything in between. The warmth of the dirt that gave life to the grass held a subtle undertone on the trail she followed but it was that heady aroma of the mammal that she forced herself to focus on. The leopard shifted her weight gracefully heading for the shadows of the trees allowing the play of the sun through the leaves camouflage her and play off her spotted fur the way it played off her surroundings. Each of her muscles rippled with power as she crouched and then leapt over a fallen log, her paws crunching on the twigs and leaves she landed on. The scent she was following was growing stronger now, as if the animal stopped and started sensing the threat that loomed behind it’s back but couldn’t yet see it. Her green eyes matched the darker fauna of the ground plants that danced along the trunks of trees and scattered across open spaces, they were intense and focused on her hunt and captured the scarce light that found its way to the forest floor. Her ears sunk low against her head and she suddenly stopped mid stride spotting the animal by the bank of a small stream cleaning its face with its little paws. One foot at a time, each movement poised and careful she silently approached unheard by the prey she now stalked with pure intent to feed herself for the day. Sarai paused again, her muscles bunched ready to pounce and her gaze was intent on her food as she flared her nostrils taking in the sweet scent of the game before her. The animal’s head stiffened, its ears turning in several directions scanning the area like radar until finally it’s eyes were wide and full of panic as they locked on the leopard ready to kill. Suddenly the small furry animal took off leaping over the small stream in one bound and trying to get to its home before it was caught. Sarai would have grinned if she was in her human form, the adrenaline of the hunt coursing through her veins and she took off fast and agile. Each muscle in her body rippled with the power she possessed as a big cat, her tail whipped behind her and her paws hit the forest floor sending dried leaves and stick up behind in her wake. The chase was on and her blood sang with the excitement and enjoyment she got as her prey led her around obstacles and over fallen tree logs first deeper into the forest and then again out towards the tree line zig zagging to try and throw her off its tail. It was sport and life to her, she even let the poor little animal think it was going to get away before finally she closed those last feet between her and it and she pounced. Slamming her paws into its body she pinned it to the ground feeling it struggle, this was the only part she hated – seeing the fear in its eyes she wrapped her powerfully jaws around its neck and crunched severing its spine before she let it go because she felt bad. Her breath panted and her tongue lolled out as she caught her breath, her kill still held beneath her paw while she looked around casually before she settled down laying in the grasses on the edge of the tree line, her tail curled around her, partially obscured from view but not exactly hidden either. From this point she could watch the grasses move with the wind and she could enjoy her food where she assumed no one would find her. Pressing her nose into the mammal she caught she closed her eyes silently and silently spoke to whatever deity would listen. She didn’t know religion in the strictest sense of the word, she didn’t know who to pray to but she believed she must pray over her kills if only to pay respect to the life she took. So she prayed. Dear whoever is out there … thank you for this meal today, please watch over their family and know the life taken is not taken for granted. Once she was finished praying she lifted her nose from the creature and tilted her head looking at it for a long moment before hunger overcame her and she lowered her head to the mammal opening her maw so she could bite into the fur and pull it away to expose the meats within.

[Gilva Snowsong]

The boy’s eyes suddenly began fluttering about within his cottage, trying to adjust to the random influx of sunlight. He took a deep breath, and slowly rose off of his bed. He looked around, and to his disappointment he realized that he was alone. The past few days all seemed to blur together, in which he couldn’t remember doing anything particularly memorable. In his time in Zeltiva, he had met less than a handful of remarkable people. He hadn’t even fully registered in the University yet. In truth, it made him felt as if life was just passing him by. The boy had briefly overcome despair with happiness, but that had only been temporary.

Reflecting on his past, the boy decided that today would be the day that he could take his future into his own hands. He looked at his two-headed spear, and decided that he would honor his father’s memory by practicing with his spear. Though his heart was truly burning with the desire to dance more so than it was to hunt. It was because of this conflict, that the boy decided that he would practice privately away from the city, where he would be able to achieve harmony without the interruption of others. Maybe if he could impress himself with his practicing, then it would be good enough to present to the entire world.

With his spear in hand, the boy left his cottage and ventured out of the city. He dared to walk into the forest alone, despite knowing the dangers that lie within. Perhaps because it was still daytime, this meant that he would be safe. But should night begin to fall, he would have to hurry home or at least pray that a patrol would be around to help him out of a tight spot. As he walked through the forest, his mind flooded with images from his past journey with his family. Oddly enough, the boy was able to maintain his poise. Usually when he was sad, his eyes would shift to green, but in this case his eyes reflected the dark grey of a cloud that was filled with precipitation. Ironically, clouds such as these were often be associated with “bad days.”

Gilva was quickly drawn back to reality when he realized the sight that was unfolding before him. He had inadvertently discovered a creature in the forest. Gilva noted its unusually long tail, clearly making the creature unique in and of itself. But he assumed that perhaps this was simply because he was used to seeing other types of fauna in Avanthal, so maybe this type of animal was typical in Zeltiva. He quickly became intimidated by the creature, especially when he noticed that it was in the midst of feeding on another animal. The boy’s first instinct caused him to raise his spear into the air, aiming it so that he could strike the golden beast. He then arched his right arm back as he prepared to seize his glory.

Thud. The boy hadn’t taken into consideration the length of his arm, nor the length of his spear, and had consequently stuck the back end of the spear into the ground. This noise had been certain to alert the feline to his presence. Due to his inexperience with hunting, he had made the grave mistake of turning his back to the creature, and began to pull on his spear so that he could yank it from the ground of which it was stuck. He pulled on it as hard as he could, and when he was finally able to get it out from the ground, he quickly turned around to face the consequences. Even though he had intentionally ventured out into the forest, the boy had encountered far more than he originally anticipated.

[Sarai Naavah]

The delicious taste of the mammal underneath her tongue and teeth settled the leopard into an even happier mindset, so much to do in this city of hers and yet here she was lazing about and eating a small little creature she had just caught. What could be better than this? The wind played around her fur and the tip of her tail flicked contently at her side. What would she do later today? Maybe explore the city more or maybe she would stay out here until sundown and just enjoy the peace she was feeling right now. Taking another bite of her food delicately pinned beneath a large paw she chomped happily letting the time slip into something she couldn’t measure, unsure on how long it had been since she settled in with her lunch. The meat of her kill growing cool on the surface though the center of each bite still radiated a calm warmth. The wind shifted while she thought on the subject of her afternoon delights, a new scent brought to her only seconds before she heard the thud of his spear into the ground. The winds did not favor this would-be predator, nor apparently did his weaponry as he seemed to struggle to pull it free from the ground. So much for sneaking … She thought to herself but she did not bask in the favor the winds had for her in that moment, instead she rose to her paws and wasted no time to abandon her food and flee for the forest. Her footsteps were quick at first and then she broke out into a flat out run, each gallop of her paws against the earth bringing her deeper into the forest. She had to make a quick decision, she didn’t want to harm the male there was no need for it but she also didn’t want to be harmed in the process of what had just a moment before been a wonderful day. Unsure if he was going to chase her or not she pivoted towards the river that she had found her prey at not too long ago making the split decision to dash between trees and take the long route to the river hoping to throw him off her trail. The sound of the water bubbling reached her before she saw it and she was glad for the brush that seemed to be littering the fertile banks of the small stream. Sarai ran over the stream to bring her tracks past where she planned to change and she let her steps slow down before she made a wide arc and doubled back towards the bank. Her eyes were searching for him, waiting to see how fast he was and if she could carry out her next move as planned without him noticing. Stepping into the river again she let the water rush around her paws and she’d glance around for a good hiding spot. Spotting a thicket of fauna that hugged the brook she moved into it trying not to draw attention to herself and it was in the thick leaves of the plants she changed. Shifting took only a thought of intentionally wanting to for her to become her other half, it was as easy as breathing. The plants she used to conceal herself would light up from the outside briefly as the swirling lights took place of her feline form briefly before she was once again human. Sarai was crouched hugging her knees in her hiding spot, her skin bare to the world around her as she peered out with wide eyes and wild sandy hair looking to see if she was actually followed by the young hunter.

[Gilva Snowsong]

When the young Vantha turned around, he expected to have a close encounter with the beast. His veins were flooding with adrenaline, which in turn clouded his judgment. Instead of making a logical decision, the boy chased after the creature, following the tracks that were being left in the ground. The creature had a huge lead in front of the boy, so much that he couldn’t even find it with his eyes. However, at a certain point the tracks had changed drastically. Before, the footprints were following a pattern that reflected a flight response. But it eventually changed to where there was a new pattern present. But, the boy was too inexperienced to have understood the significance of such details.

He followed the steps to where they had seemingly disappeared; a stream of water. The animal had clearly run away so there was no hope of him finding it again. Out of the corner of his eye, the boy saw something odd. A certain light was piercing his pupils, but when he turned to see where it was emanating from he was unable to find the source. It had dimmed all too quickly. The only thing in plain sight was a bush. Gilva scratched his head, stabbed his spear into the ground then walked towards the bush. Perhaps there was a piece of treasure within the flora that was simply reflecting the sunlight in his eyes at a particular angle.

Gilva slowly pulled the leaves apart, and found himself with a new, surprising sight. A girl with eyes as green as the forest was leering back at him. She lacked clothing, almost as if she were a newborn. The boy maintained his innocence, seemingly unaffected by the sight of a nude girl before him. But he couldn’t turn his back on her with those eyes. He thought that he knew all too well the meaning behind those eyes.

“Are you okay? How did you get here? Do you need some assistance? I’m Gilva Snowsong. Don’t worry I’ll take care of you.”

The boy’s heritage suddenly flooded back onto him. The Vantha race was extremely welcoming and protecting of even strangers, so the boy was doing his best to help the girl. However, he may have been going overboard, in that he had drowned her with questions yet didn’t wait for any responses before he established his role as her guardian. He quickly took off his cloak and wrapped it around the girl. Gilva had seldom taken off his cloak, but since he was convinced that the girl was in mourning, he put aside his personal tastes for her sake.

Upon another glance at the girl, noticed that her hair was wilder than any girl that he had previously met. He wasn’t sure of what to make of her hair, but he couldn’t shake a feeling of familiarity with it. Perhaps this was just another Zeltivan custom that he had yet to become acclimated to.

[Sarai Naavah]

It wasn’t long at all before the male showed up and found her hiding in the bushes. Perhaps he saw her changing? Maybe he knew she was the feline that he was just stalking down? Fear flashed in those large eyes of hers as she stared out at him waiting to see what his next move would be. She was expecting him to attack perhaps, or perhaps cage her or something but when he spoke to her there was nothing but what she could only assume as kindness in his voice. Sarai didn’t respond at first, she didn’t really have the chance to respond even if she had planned to as he was wrapping his cloak around her. Slowly she’d rise to stand and move closer to him out of the bushes, she didn’t care that she was nude so she didn’t bother hiding herself within the cloak but she did snuggle into it slightly enjoying the weight of it. She didn’t leave much space between them as she watched his movements and the way he fretted over her well being, that was definitely something she wasn’t use to. It was nice but she didn’t know how to respond to it. Normally people kept their distance from her or they weren’t entirely sure how to handle her. “I’m okay…” she responded slowly, quietly with the soft purr of her voice. “…I walked here. I am Sarai.” She answered most of his questions carefully in order before she let her feet shift and she circled him pulling in his scent through her nose as she did. She wanted to see if there were any more threats on him like his spear before she’d stop before him again and look up with her head tilted curiously. He was much taller than her so her head tilted quite some ways considering how close to him she was and unless he moved away from her she’d keep that space to a minimum. “Are you a hunter?” She flicked her gaze towards his spear before looking back at him again. Tentatively a hand reached out from the depths of the cloak she was shrouded in and tried to press her hand into his chest to guide him backwards and away from the stream so neither of them got wet. If he let her touch him she’d note his heart beat beneath her palm and the warmth of his body hidden by the clothes. “Gilva Snowsong.” She spoke his name under her breath so she could remember it before she would shed herself of his cloak and offer it back to him not at all worried about her naked form. She looked soft in body but as she moved the lithe stretch of muscles made themselves known. Her golden skin reflected the sun and only seemed to enhance the yellow in her deep forest eyes. She stretched languidly from head to toe letting her body rise up on her tip toes before she settled back down and offered him a bright smile. “Thank you for your cloak Gilva …” Sarai captured her bottom lip with her teeth to chew on it nervously while she motioned to his spear “Do you enjoy it?” The fear that had been there in her gaze when she was in the bush seemed lost now as she studied him trying to learn who he was with the simple flick of a soul searching gaze.

[Gilva Snowsong]

Gilva was focused on the girl’s words, that he became oblivious to her figure as well her odd mannerisms. If he had stopped and taken a moment to consider the situation he was in, then he would have noticed that the girl’s actions were mimicking that of a feline that felt threatened or endangered. The lack of space had minimal effect on the boy, in that it was subtly catering to his ego. The girl was feeding his ego subconsciously, though it wasn’t an intended desire. Her well-being was more so on his mind than his need for attention, but this didn’t stop it from fueling his actions.

“Yes, I am a hunter.” The boy boasted. “I have hunted a variety of creatures, you’d be surprise with the many different things that you could do with their remains.”

In truth, the boy had never hurt anything before in his life. He had watched his father and at least help set up the bait traps, but never explicitly hunted for himself. But since he was around his father while he hunted, he felt as if he were already an expert on the subject. It also didn’t help that he as a Vantha, he had the natural knack for embellishing the truth. This, coupled with the fact that he still didn’t know the location of the creature that he had stalked to the river, made the boy think that it was necessary that he protect the girl at all costs. It had officially become his duty to escort her back to the city.

Snowsong noted that this was indeed an interesting girl. She seemed to not want his cloak, offering it back to him instead. Though his fondness of it was unmatched, and he wasted no time putting it back on. The girl had quickly piqued his interest when she smiled, yet her eyes remained the same color. He had never been able to hold a smile simultaneously with those eyes. If anything, he should have taken this as one of several indications of the girl’s true identity. But alas, his imposed view was even more blinding than the sun. He allowed her to guide them away from the water, and the boy glanced at her eyes, convincing himself that perhaps that they changing to yellow, and that they would not remain green for long.

The boy had no control as the words formed out of his mouth. “I do not enjoy killing for the sake of killing, but I do believe that it is necessary for some things to be killed for the protection of others. Though I do have passions for things other than hunting.”

As he spoke, the boy’s thoughts slightly waivered onto that of his more noticeable talents. But this was neither the time nor place to be daydreaming. He quickly brought himself back to reality and declared his conviction to protect her. Heading back to Zeltiva would be a simple enough task, but the boy didn’t think beyond what would happen once they reached their destination. Nor did he even take into account that maybe she didn’t want to leave the forest. His ego had fully consumed him, as he made himself the de facto leader. The boy’s intentions were made clear when his hand reached out for hers.

“Well Sarai, let’s head back to Zeltiva, we could talk more safely there. We won’t have to worry about being eaten, or hunted here…but since we were on the subject, what types of things interest you?”

[Sarai Naavah]

He was a hunter. That’s what he said anyways. Sarai had a hard time believing that considering the display of clumsiness he exuded in the field not too long ago. When he spoke of the various things that one could do with the prey he collected the girl tilted her head slowly “Tell me. Tell me of what you do with your prey Gilva.” There was no challenge in her voice, just pure interest in this words and his knowledge wondering if it was something she might be able to put to use one day in the future. As she watched him he continued to talk and his words only strengthened the interest she had in the boy hunter who had the bravery to stalk down a predator with hopes of catching it. What interested her about him was his words didn’t seem to match his actions and that was intriguing to say the least. As a hunter herself she didn’t think she would stop to search bushes if she was on the trail of a feast that could feed her for a week. He spoke of other passions and that hunting was not his only love she beamed a smile at him. “Tell me of these passions you have. Are they fun?” her demanding words were softened by the encouragement in her tone. When he reached for her hand only a moment later she backed up from him escaping his touch in a fluid motion while she held her hands up palms out to him as if to slow him down. “We won’t be hunted out here … and if we are you’re a hunter yes? So you can hunt then and earn some food for your hearth.” She stepped towards him then and this time rather than shying from his touch she reached out towards his hand. If she could grasp it she’d try to pull him deeper into the forest to show him it was okay to be here, for now at least. “I … well … uhm … I like to hunt.” She shrugged a bare shoulder at him and whether she was able to pull him with her or not she’d glance at him. “I like to climb things …. I like to learn new things and …. I think that’s it?” Sarai wasn’t used to people keeping her company as she was used to staying off on her own so she wasn’t entirely sure what information to offer him. As it was her life was truly just about exploring, hunting and stealing from the shadows. A frown crossed her lips as this revelation came to her. What did she like to do? She had no idea, there were so many avenues she hadn’t explored and his question made her ponder that. “Come …” she shook her head and cleared herself of the thoughts that made her feel a bit empty. “…did you catch any meat yet while hunting? We can find you some if you’d like….”

[Gilva Snowsong]

Her questioning was simply lost on the boy. He answered without hesitation, after all it was hard to not fan the flames of his ego. His response was intentionally boastful, to earn her admiration and praise.

"My father and I have sold the fur and teeth to be converted into clothing or accessories, while other parts are used to whet the appetite."

His train of thought was subsequently derailed by her next question. Dancing, Storytelling, Acrobatics, and Hunting were all fun activities, but it was truly the attention that he received that he enjoyed. Without the recognition, he probably would have wasted these talents instead of attempting to hone them into something greater. This revealed a flaw in the boy, which is that he has a need to reap the rewards out of a task. But, rather than explaining this to her, Gilva chose to respond with a simple answer.

"I like to dance and tell stories. I believe that they are fun, yes!"

The girl's next comment truly fed his ego. It was an indicator that she had believed him when he mentioned that he was a hunter. The boy attempted to establish himself as her hero, so both his pride and ego caused him to become blind to the situation that he had put himself in. His ignorance didn't allow him to see how the girl was effectively using his own hubris against him, so that they would avoid going back to the city. When her hand reached for his, he allowed himself to be caught within her plan to further explore the wilderness.

There were several thoughts that filled the boy's head as she continued speaking, but he didn't dare voice them. He couldn't help but wonder how strange the girl was, in that she seemed rather simplistic in comparison to other people that he had met. She admitted to enjoy climbing! And even more than that, she had an intense desire to hunt something for the sole sake of meat. In truth, these should have been clear indicators that the girl wasn't as average or simple as he thought. But because of his own self-indulgence, the boy remained oblivious. If he had taken the time to examine her responses rather than judge them, he would have realized that they primarily instinctual, which would logically point to her identity as a kelvic.

"Alright, I'm game for a hunt. You find the target, and I'll gut it!"

The boy momentarily turned around and looked at the stream, as if he had expected the creature from before to have heard him. He swiftly bit his lip, both nervous and excited for what was about to happen. Either his exaggerations would be exposed and the girl's hunting skills would prove to be superior to his own, or he would successfully complete his first hunt and find yet another reason to be proud.

[Sarai Naavah]

Sarai’s attention was pulled from the thought of hunting when she heard Gilva admit he loved to dance and tell stories. Her already large eyes became wider at the thought of stories and dancing. In so many ways she was still so young only being alive for the past two years and because of that she still hadn’t learned the grace of asking someone to do something and she still loved stories. She was unaware of him looking about for the cat he had been hunting, forgetting that she had been the predator he had wanted to catch. She only knew one thing. He would dance because she would ask him to dance. She was sure of it. "You're a dancer!" A breath later the small girl let go of the hand she was holding and she turned to face him completely. Dance he must! Another breath of space and then she was leaping at him in her joy that he was a dancer, and if he didn’t move she’d be on him like white on rice. Her hand that had been holding his a tick before now was trying to cover his mouth from speaking any further about hunting. She then tried to use her other hand to grasp the sleeve of his shirt and tug at it to make it do some sort of ‘wave’ motion. “You must dance Gilva.” Whether he let her jump on him with her light weight or not she’d back up then and clap her small hands together. “And tell me a story … no hunting. Dancing and story.” She nodded and then looked around for a brief moment as if she was trying to find somewhere to sit. Spotting a low hanging branch she moved over to it and bent at the knees before pushing up into a jump. Her hands grabbed the branch and as she hung there she swung her feet to the bark using it as textured leverage so she could scramble her way up into the branch. Once she was there she’d settle in and make sure she had a perfect view of the man beneath her. “Dance…” She encouraged and waved a hand at him. “..please…” she quickly added this time remember that was what she was told she should say when she wanted something. Curling her legs up to her chest the small girl rested her chin there and wrapped her arms around her legs. Her heels dug into the branch to balance herself and her toes wiggled in the air over the edge in her anticipation. She wondered what kind of dance would he do? Would it be swirly? Would it be more man-like? Maybe the dance would be the story? The possibilities were endless in her mind and now she wanted nothing more than to see him dance.

[Gilva Snowsong]

The girl's demeanor and intention had suddenly changed. Gilva's talent had truly piqued her interest. It was moments like this that inspired him to dance. The girl simply heard the word "dancer" and already had high expectations. When she tugged at his shirt, a smile grew on his face as he visualized the specific move she was presenting to him. He was all too familiar with that one because it was so simple and only required general knowledge about organization in order to do it correctly. But the girl said that she wanted a story as well.

Gilva wasn't entirely skilled enough to present an entire story through his dancing, but he wouldn't dare admit that to his new admirer. The most he could do is present a theme in relation to the dance, so he would play to his strength. As his eyes scanned his surroundings for inspiration, his eyes briefly settled on the girl as she nestled herself onto the branch. However, he saw her a bit differently than before. At first he portrayed her lack of clothing as her being victimized and needing to be rescued. But now he was looking at her as if being nude were a natural thing, and that it was socially acceptable to take pride in one's own body. That, as well as the fact that they were in the "wild" was enough for him to utilize two different styles, though unbeknownst to him their themes were both related to Sarai in one form or another.

Gilva reached for his spear and firmly planted it into the ground so that it would point vertical to the sky. His expression changed in order for him to fully transition into the role. First he backed away from the spear, only to reapproach it more seductively. A small smirk grew upon his lips as he kept his eyes on Sarai, each leg crossed over the other with each passing step, bringing him closer and closer to his spear. As he stepped, he would force his hips to move, but its uncomfortableness as well as the awkwardness stemming from the fact that he was a male unaccustomed to moving his hips while he walked was apparent. In order to divert attention from the walk itself, the boy tried to compliment it by putting his hands in his hair and twirling a piece around his finger. Then he dragged them down his face until he reached his mouth. When he reached the spear, he walked slightly past it and quickly forced himself to stop by thrusting out his hip towards the girl. He turned his head to gaze at her, whipped his hair and flashed a wink before turning his attention back to the spear.

The boy placed both hands onto the spear, and bent his knees so that he could build strength within his legs. All of a sudden, he propelled off the ground and began to wrap his body along the spear, allowing it to spin as he descended to the ground. Each opportune moment during a rotation was used to flash a wink and a smile at Sarai. In the boy's mind, he had essentially adopted the girl's persona in that he was confident in his body and wanted to show it off to the world. By displaying himself on the spear, this is the story he believed himself to be presenting. However, because he lacked the proper attire, his actual image was that of a cloaked individual riding a spear. The wind had been caught by the open bottom half of his cloak, that coupled with the descending rotation made it appear as if it were more akin to a skirt being blown upwards than a cloak. When the spinning came to an end, the expression on his face changed, signifying the change in his dance.

The look on his face changed from a seductive smirk to an aggressive and cocky grin as the boy forced himself away from the spear and closer to Sarai. He mimicked a step from earlier, by crossing his right leg over his left; though it was noticeably different this time since he immediately drew it back and did the same motion with the opposite leg. Bringing this leg back as well, the boy followed by twisting his upper body to the left, then quickly throwing his arms towards his right foot. He planted his left hand onto the ground just slightly away from his right foot, and kicked his foot into the air. The boy in sequential order stabbed his right elbow into the side of his abdominals, where it seemed as if it placed into a pocket created specifically for that elbow. As he lowered his body to the ground, the palm of his right hand made contact with the ground and he simultaneously thrust his left foot into the air.

The pose that the boy created by poising his feet into the air and his hands on the ground was far from one of a bipedal organism. Using the momentum he gained by twisting his upper body, the boy pulled on the ground with his left hand which allowed his body to rotate clockwise while it rested on his elbow. After a few degrees the boy pushed against the ground with his right hand allowing him to briefly lift his body into the air. His body and right hand was able to perform a "hopping" motion, because Gilva's left hand was planted on the ground to be used as leverage. He repeated the same movements, to where his left hand began noticeable as a lever that when activated allowed the boy to complete yet another rotation on his hand. The pose and motion, made the boy resemble the form of a turtle rather than that of a Vantha. But after the third rotation, the boy hopped out of his dancing position and folded his arms as he posed in front of the girl with a wide grin on his face.

The first dance was supposed to be a reflection of the girls confidence within herself. After all, she had to be prideful since she was willing to be without clothing in public right? And the second dance was meant to be as "wild" as possible, since it was seemingly beyond the physical capabilities of a bipedal species. Gilva wasn't entirely sure how that was supposed to relate to the girl, he was just caught up in the excitement of the moment and thought that it would be cool to show off. Now that his dance was complete, the boy was fully expecting an applause.