Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26001920-20160804023133/@comment-26001920-20160805003402

Celeste looked around. I really hate this armour... she thought. She took off the helmet and armour, revealing a silver and metallic dress with a pink top. She leaned down to tie her long ballet shoe ribbons that were left untied when she was in her armour. Baba Yaga floated in. She clapped her hands.

"First position," Baba Yaga said.

Celeste took a deep breath in and sighed. She followed the orders and Baba Yaga glared at her.

"Celeste, when I say first position, you have to do it like your father!" Baba Yaga commented.

Celeste groaned. Just because something happened to her mother doesn't mean she HAS to follow her father's destiny. It was always like that. She had to follow her father's destiny, etc.

"Can't I ever-after try first position like everyone else? I'm sick and tired of dancing like a soldier; my dad doesn't even dance!" she yelled.