Connie begins slowly swaying along with Akane's melody, a half-melancholy, half-sweet smile spreading across her face. Now this is familiar, familiar in a way that makes her heart ache for home... but also familiar in a way that makes her glad that she's here in this moment, too.
The way Pearl taught swordfighting was almost like dancing, in its own way. Elegant, refined. But as Connie begins dancing along with the song, Connie draws on her very first dance with Steven, when they both stopped caring about form or steps or not looking like a pair of complete dorks and just moved like their hearts told them to.
Connie starts slow, of course, as she picks up the part of the song Akane gave her.
"Sweet summer grass that Grows wild by the roadside Starting each day with A smile I can't hide"
"It's what I know... But it may not always be so."
As she finishes her part, Connie picks up the pace, holding out a hand to invite Akane to join her.
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The way Pearl taught swordfighting was almost like dancing, in its own way. Elegant, refined. But as Connie begins dancing along with the song, Connie draws on her very first dance with Steven, when they both stopped caring about form or steps or not looking like a pair of complete dorks and just moved like their hearts told them to.
Connie starts slow, of course, as she picks up the part of the song Akane gave her.
"Sweet summer grass that
Grows wild by the roadside
Starting each day with
A smile I can't hide"
"It's what I know...
But it may not always be so."
As she finishes her part, Connie picks up the pace, holding out a hand to invite Akane to join her.