"You made a good choice for your Naga," she assured me. "Danica is more graceful on a dais than half the serpents I know." "Provided she isn't blushing too brightly to see," another quipped. "The first time I saw our queen perform, I thought she was a lost cause--far too uptight, like most avians--but I'm glad to be proved wrong." I knew I was grinning. I had never doubted that Danica could learn the serpent art. Much of her loved my world; a part of her craved dance as surely as anyone else in this nest did. Perhaps that thirst came from her time dancing with the currents of air far above where we earthbound creatures roamed, or perhaps it came from the expressive nature her own world forced her to hide. Similar conversation flowed among us until A'isha's musical voice commanded me, "Zane, admire your queen." The words brought our attention to the back of the room, where Danica had emerged, looking so beautiful that she took my breath away. In response to her teacher's words, Danica smiled and shook her head, causing her golden hair to ripple about her face. It made my heart speed and my breath still, as if I was afraid the next movement would shatter the world. She was a spark of fire in sha'Mehay. The serpiente dress rippled around the hawk's long legs, the fabric so light it moved with the slightest shift of air. The bodice was burgundy silk; it laced up the front with a black ribbon, and though it was more modest than many dancers' costumes, it still revealed enough cream-and-roses skin to tantalize the imagination. On Danica's right temple, A'isha had painted a symbol for courage; beneath her left collarbone lay the symbols for , abandon and freedom. "You dance every day with the wind. This is not so different," A'isha said encouragingly to Danica. "Now, look at the man you love and dance for him." The nest hushed, faces turning to their Naga. Her cheeks held more color than usual, which A'isha addressed with a common dancers' proverb. "There is no place for shame, Danica. If Anhamirak had not wanted beauty admired, she would not have made our eyes desire it. You are art." Danica stepped out of A'isha's grip. "If my mother could see me now," she murmured, but she smiled as she said it."