"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. "Feel the beat. It is the wind," A'isha directed. "Fly with it."