Aeron was a patient teacher.
It was something she was grateful for, but also felt guilty for needing. She was an adult. She should be able to pick up steps relatively quickly.
And yet, she couldn't.
She couldn't even find her footing without stumbling. She was always a beat behind, a step too late. Her body didn't want to cooperate, her mind was too busy trying to remember the next step, and her feet seemed to have a mind of their own.
It was frustrating.
Exhausting.
And it made her all too aware of just how ill-suited she was for this role.
"You're doing fine, Princess." Aeron's voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the storm of frustration and self-doubt raging inside her. "Just breathe. Let the music guide you."
The music.
The soft, melodic tune that floated through the room, a gentle accompaniment to their clumsy attempts at grace. It was a beautiful piece, but it did little to help her coordination.
