This was not how the hunt was supposed to go. It was supposed to be serious, solemn and even nerve wracking. Giselle did not let her true emotions show, but for years she had endured through hell, both figurative and literal, to become what she was today. She had trained, researched, worked day and night, sacrificed sleep, sacrificed food, sacrificed having a real life… all for this.
Her dance, though it came from the heart, was also just another tool she had honed. She had mastered techniques as a mortal that even immortals struggled to understand, using beauty, using movement, using the very universe as a filter to cleanse the corrupting nature of Profane energy so that she could learn to absorb it.
