Albert approached Kirsten now, under the watchful eye of Petra.
Yes, she granted, he might have a dance.
Kirsten matched him figure for figure.
Somewhere in the middle of the set, another player joined with drums. The rhythm grew insistent, marching one moment, jazz the next; Kirsten stamped, whirled, used Albert’s strong arm as a springboard for a somersault, both of her hands on his wrist—one of those stunts that seemed to erupt into the world like rough magic. Her hair flew about her face, the braid whipping like a snake behind her as she landed, back arched and feet foursquare, earth and air in the same motion, Antaeus as acrobat.
E. P. Beaumont 
I’m absolutely loving this story. Thank you for your wonderful writing.
Great visual and description of action! I felt like I was in the flurry of her dancing…
Wow! Now that’s a dance! One of the lighter moments in the story I take it
What a lovely description. You painted it beautifully!
The rhythm of the prose mirrors the tempo of their movements perfectly. Well done!
Love the last paragraph.
Lot of action built up in just that snippet. Great interaction.
Great description. I love they way you capture motion and emotion in one small passage.
This passage doesn’t hint at what I know about Albert – that’s cool.
Fab descrition!