She waited while more men appeared and walked toward her. They were looking around, probably wondering where the others were. "Sony, nobody here but us chickens," she said. And started her dance.
Her first steps were clumsy; she mostly just kicked up sand. Then something seemed to take hold of her, and she became ethereally light and graceful. She whirled, she sprang, she gestured in intricate patterns. How could this be? Then she realized that it was Seqiro"s influence: he was guiding her body. It was one of the things he could do.
But horses didn"t dance. How could he make her graceful, doing things she had hardly imagined? He might make her move faster or have more power, but this dance was intricately choreographed. The human folk in Seqiro"s reality were not given to this sort of th
