𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 | 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏-𝑯𝒂

𝟓𝟏 | 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

First Song (Wadaiko Matsuriza - Kabuki Gomen-Jyo)

The second second in her dance (Rapid as wildfires - Yu Peng Chen)

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Third pov:

Finishing with a graceful pose just on her knees, head facing the ground, the princess finished her performance to the village. Soon a wave of applause and laughter fills the still air, that entranced everyone at the sight of her. Yona was indeed very beautiful, with her fierce hair and elegant strides. She was the talk of the village, and even Yumi would admit it.

The young ex general nervously shifts, before glancing at the fan and blade in hand.

She knew she must lift the spirits of these people, to make this night memorable. If she even slipped up, her movements would illusion them. Taking a few deep breaths she does, the young Princess was already racing towards Yumi. She stood there stunned as Yona gives her a gentle smile, as the woman pats her heavy headpiece.

"You did so well, you surprised me tonight," praising her, Yona's cheeks were burning. "You moved me, deeply."

However there was hesitation behind the Princess's eyes, being the observant person she is. Ever since Aro pulled the hairpin out, Yona has been rather quiet and held a conflicted expression. There was no telling what was rattling through her mind, but even Yumi didn't want to pry unless Yona asked her. Yet, she wouldn't even ask Yumi, just because she was stubborn to ask for help.

"Thank you, now you're up," She smiles softly, as Yumi felt more nervous.

Nodding she walks up to Jae-ha, who played a flute kind of instrument, explaining wat melody her dance was. He seemed to know it, but he informed her that he was rather rusty on the song. It was a melody that matched many dances, but one in particular was the Ancient Warriors dance.

Heading to the centre of the area where they performed, the sound of a vibrating and bitter sound strongly silenced everyone. She tucks the fan within her sleeve, while grasping the blade in hand. She doubted herself for a moment, but she knew a message will bring good news.

Eyes were upon her, as her eyes were shielded by the blade.

Her father's traditional weapon, a momentum she carried to remind herself that her father was a man of wisdom and power. She loved him with everything, even though she spent a limited life with him. 

His name brought her happiness and joy, however.....

......the pain and anguish losing him was suffocating her.....

She hums with the music while she begins to dance, as the flames grew wilder. The vibration against her throat sent more chills, lips pressed in a thin line. She spins around, safely swinging her blade. The silver glints from the flames, as her dress flows around in sync with her firm and aggressive stomps. The earth chips from her toe, but her heels grew lighter as a feather.

Her fingertips rest on the handle, her silver eyes reflecting a cold emotion like the icy blade she held.

Hak watched her in surprise, stunned to see his sisters movements. They were a lot different, and more raging like a storm. Everyone was focused on the story of her performance, some were frightened at first.

Her midnight blue hair flicks to the side sharply, while her eyes glower over the blade.

Her blade struck out representing a jab, repeating the same motion. Her throat rumbles again in the melody of the music, sending chills up the villager's skin. Most thought her performance was like a real warrior, fighting on the battlefield. Her movements were strong, assertive, powerful and yet endearing.