<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Nandi</strong></span>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/13Z1rx3PFneOgUTFCojJ6OT2tGdOYTPiFrP_PNjdk490/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm287/avorae_2008/318341.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br/><hr/>Colors blur as powerful feet lightly touch upon the earth in smooth motions even as lithe arms weave intricate patterns to the powerful voice singing a hauntingly beautiful song. This is where Nandi truly feels free up on the stage as she tells a story with song and dance. Not in some Legionnaire unit defending the borders from Heraclidae thralls.<br/><br/>The song she was singing is all but unheard of within Thera for it was a song she learned from an old medicine woman from her homeland. The dance as well was was one she had made up borrowing pieces from several cultures that she felt would complement the song.<br/><br/>As the performance came to an end Nandi bows to the crowd before turning the stage over to the next act.