[A quick Damara and Meulin thing. I guess spoilers.]
Making sure Meulin could see her, Damara knelt down to look at the girl sitting on a lily pad.
"Yeah, Damara?" Meulin asked, looking up and putting on a watery smile.
"What's wrong, Meu-Meu?" Damara asked, tilting her head slightly. "You've been down all week."
"It's nothing, Damara." Meulin sighed, absently tracing patterns in the water separating the two girls' respective lily pads while still looking up to her friend's face to lip-read. "I'm just thinking about old times."
"Being dead for so long gives you a while to do that," the Witch of Time agreed, sighing. "What was it this time?"
The Mage of Heart looked down at the water, staring at her reflection. Pale grey skin, curly black hair, a cleft lip. Olive-tinted tears dripped into the pond. "Dancing."
Damara's brow furrowed. She reached out and touched Meulin's face, lightly pushing her head up so she would look her in the eyes. "Want to dance? One last time?"
"Dam, I can't hear the music any more, there's no way--"
"Dancing isn't about hearing," the witch said, helping the other onto her feet. "It's about feeling." Taking a shaking breath, Meulin nodded.
Stepping towards the center of the lily pad, Damara clasped one thin hand around Meulin's waist, and the other on her shoulder; Meulin mirrored the movement.
"One, two, three, one, two, three," Damara counted off, stepping on light feet as her best friend followed, slightly out of sync. "See? No need for music, all you need to do is remember it. It'll always be there, you just need to feel it."
Meulin nodded, a smile on her tear-streaked face as she danced for the first time in sweeps with her closest friend.