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Her shoes clicked against the floor as she let her legs move, keeping her own beat in the empty practice room, sans any other Legionnaires or Lares to bother her.
Dance was the one thing she had from both her parents. She’d heard enough from people who’d known of him, the way Apollo had recognised his name with a look that she understood as would, which- ew. And her mom. Terpsichore. No other introduction needed. She loved dancing, the way she could follow the beat, letting her body take over. But how much of that was her, not just them?