@emptylungsandblurredeyes I'm sorry for the rather long introduction, this takes moments/a few hours before we are introduced to Artemis, and of course, Blackbird.
Her fingertips danced on the worn out surface. The fabric that used to be soft was rough and slightly peeled, clearly saying that the shoes had obviously seen better days. It didn't matter to her, not when she loved the old but strong and firm footwear more than most people. She caressed the laces as she tied them on her delicate feet. She shivered as a whirl of wind coming from the adjacent street hit her bare back, making her shift on her spot on the dirty pavement ground. Her hands moved swiftly to re-do her bun, tightly gripping the hair-tie until it reached it maximum around the chocolate bump of hair. Her slender body stretched gracefully, resembling a sleepy cat. The slim, long legs unfolded themselves as she stood up, her smile dropping when she glanced at her surroundings.
Cadence Lance placed one foot after the other, careful not to make to much noise. The warehouse she was in had been abandoned for God-Knows-How-Long, but there were still chances of someone getting in. The last thing she needed was an audience.
The air felt good on her skin through her black tights; the gauzy skirt of her leotard fluttered in the small breeze as she took a long, deep breath and closed her eyes. There was a constant, solid beat of cars driving down the street. There was a pulse as the cars drove over the manhole coverings, sounding a deep thunk in the night. Honking horns and alternate sirens ringing out through the night played out a throbbing melody. The air conditioning and water equipment from the buildings rumbled out a tune.
Stepping out onto her stage tentatively, she loosed her muscles and held her breath, waiting for the music of the night to seep into her. As it did she slowly let go; the papers that had to be handed in inmediatly, the training, the fighting techniques , and especially the look on Dinah's face when she told the young woman that she would be joining the team soon—all of it faded away to the music of the street and she danced, spinning on her tip-toes and arching her back in grace. Her adagio routine tried her muscles and eased her mind.
Cadence spent hours, her grande jete taking her across the ground, accented with fondues and fouettes. Her heart was soothed to be dancing in the way she was born to dance. She was so at home and so in tune with herself through ballet that she caved in, letting her emotions take free reign on her dancing and her movements erupted with soul.