- Messages
- 326
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- 10 inch knotted rigid Ash with a Hippogryff feather core
- Age
- 2/14/2034 (24)
Amaya's life was good. She had a good relationship with her roommates, her second book was well underway, she was getting good grades in her classes, and her job as a dance instructor at the local studio was going great. So great, in fact, that she had been sent with one of the instructors up to New York for a convention. She was surprised to be visiting the city, but pleased all the same. She wondered idly as they stepped out of the cab if Kace still lived in the city, but she set the thought aside. It was rare anymore that she thought of her ex. He was just another piece in a long line of things she'd rather forget about her time at school.
The convention was going well, and there was a bit of a competition going between a few of the instructors. Nothing official, mostly just bragging rights over who had the best dancers in the country. Amaya wasn't sure how she'd been drawn into it, but before she knew it she and her partner, Jack, were thrown into the mix. She rolled her eyes at his antics, but she couldn't resist as the music started. He should know better than to let her pick the music, but his ego kept him from bothering with the details like that.
Jack was a looker, she supposed, well built with styled blond hair and blue eyes. He was too pretty for her to really care, and that drove him up the wall. What really got under his skin, though, was that Amaya was a better dancer. The studio often paired her with many different people, due to her adaptability and skillset. Amaya's dance style was a unique blend of hip-hop and ballet. Jack was strictly hip-hop, but he rushed his moves, often slipping and fumbling. Amaya flawlessly recovered each time, making his mistakes seem intentional. Anyone with any real experience could see how she carried him. She spun into his arms as the dance ended, laughing breathlessly from the high of the dance. For a split second, when she opened her eyes, she expected to see Kace. Her heart twisted dully at the sight of Jack, instead. She sighed softly, patting his arm and stepping back.
Now that she was finished helping her partner show off, Amaya left the ring and moved to the edge of the room, settling down in one of the windows and pulling out her manuscript. She was halfway through a page, and she was quickly lost in her work, blond hair covering her face and headphones in. She was lost to the world, an alarm set on her phone for when she needed to move to the next event.
The convention was going well, and there was a bit of a competition going between a few of the instructors. Nothing official, mostly just bragging rights over who had the best dancers in the country. Amaya wasn't sure how she'd been drawn into it, but before she knew it she and her partner, Jack, were thrown into the mix. She rolled her eyes at his antics, but she couldn't resist as the music started. He should know better than to let her pick the music, but his ego kept him from bothering with the details like that.
Jack was a looker, she supposed, well built with styled blond hair and blue eyes. He was too pretty for her to really care, and that drove him up the wall. What really got under his skin, though, was that Amaya was a better dancer. The studio often paired her with many different people, due to her adaptability and skillset. Amaya's dance style was a unique blend of hip-hop and ballet. Jack was strictly hip-hop, but he rushed his moves, often slipping and fumbling. Amaya flawlessly recovered each time, making his mistakes seem intentional. Anyone with any real experience could see how she carried him. She spun into his arms as the dance ended, laughing breathlessly from the high of the dance. For a split second, when she opened her eyes, she expected to see Kace. Her heart twisted dully at the sight of Jack, instead. She sighed softly, patting his arm and stepping back.
Now that she was finished helping her partner show off, Amaya left the ring and moved to the edge of the room, settling down in one of the windows and pulling out her manuscript. She was halfway through a page, and she was quickly lost in her work, blond hair covering her face and headphones in. She was lost to the world, an alarm set on her phone for when she needed to move to the next event.