Welcoming

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa rolled her eyes at the hair-splitting; that was something she'd do, though usually with something more serious than dance. She kept watching Vera while the other stretched for a bit, then the confused look. Elsa blinked, not quite understanding where all this confusion was coming from. Created from your body? Elsa laughed at that, shaking her head.

"It's not like that with me," she explained. "Why else do you think I gave up on it? And it was ballet, since I'm sure you're wondering," she was tempted to tell the full story, that her sister had done better at her and Elsa didn't like the idea of competing against Erika when she knew she was going to lose. Better to play to her strengths.

Elsa stood stock still for a few more seconds, watching Vera. "We've more to look at," she said, unable to keep the discomfort and desire to get moving out of her voice. The place brought back too many memories; it had been too soon since she'd given it up, far too soon.

[Vera M. Solway]

"It's not like that with me,"

Of course it wasn't. Why would it be? It was clear with how simple Elsa was able to spit out that she quit dancing. It's just that Vera grew up in a household where quitting wasn't apart of their vocabulary, unless you were weak and just couldn't do it... which was fine but you'd still get looked down upon. A lot of the things Vera grew up to love was because she stuck it out, it was because she kept fighting even over her toughest obstacles. Maybe it wasn't like that with the Bellefontes. She wasn't sure but that's what it sounded like.  Either way it kind of rubbed Vera the wrong way. Not that she could judge anyone but at the same time she wanted to. She really did.

She raised a brow at Elsa as she explained. Ballet did seem like a fit for Elsa, it was too bad it wasn't a fit anymore. "I guess dance isn't for everyone..." Not really smiling about it or joking for that matter. It was a bit sad honestly but what could you do?

Vera looked around for the packet that she placed on the floor before noticing that Elsa was holding it. So she simply walked out of the studio before reaching her hand out to Elsa, thinking that she'd hand it back to her. "Lead the way then."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Not for everyone. Elsa looked to Vera then. No joking, no smiling, and there seemed to be this strange note of sadness there, hovering for a moment. It didn't seem to last longer than a note though, drifting around them both and barely flavoring their tune as a whole. Back out of the studio, back into the classes, back to the packet.

Elsa took a deep breath, wondering why she felt... weird. The studio; it had to be the studio weirding her out. That was the easiest, simplest explanation, and that was what Elsa was going for.

"You can reserve the studio for a practice if you want, and I believe we're working on a dance team of some kind," she wasn't positive about that last one. Erika talked about developing quite a bit, but very little of that actually saw the light of day. "There's always cheerleading if you'd like. My sister's on the squad," and not the captain, though they all knew that was only a matter of a few more years.

Elsa gestured ahead and then started, figuring they could swing by the training rooms before dropping Vera off at her room. This tour had already made Elsa feel far too nervous and she thought she was developing a headache on top of things. She kept telling herself that had nothing to do with just the overall awkwardness and the memories and all, but she couldn't even quite make herself believe it.