To the average outsider, there is no melody,
no sound, nothing to dance to. But in actuality, there’s a symphony of rhythm to be found. The babbling brook, singing birds… even the pained cries of prey being taken down by a predator… it’s a wonderful song that is unique to this place, to this time and exact moment.
So naturally, they dance. Thin pale frame
swaying and moving in time with the beat of nature. It’s a fluid and graceful thing, something that only they can pull off with such beauty. Other fair folk can do something graceful, yes, but this is what they excel in. Music is their friend, their passion.