It was Miryana's first day at the Perella Conservatory for the Magical Arts. She'd been dancing longer than she could remember. Then, when she learned that she had flair, it was like a whole world opened up for her. She not only was the best dancer in her class, but she also had the magical talent to enliven her work. To take it from beautiful to truly masterful. Peri, as they called it, was her stepping stone to great things.
Her parents had, surprisingly, come with her to drop her off. Cynically, she wondered if the faculty welcoming recital had anything to do with it. After all, much of the staff were first class artists in their own right, who had been long retired. Few could say that they'd seen Mme Bisset perform since her glory days.
Even her parents couldn't distract her. Mme Bisset had been the prima ballerina <?> in the London Ballet for years. While she was obviously past her peak strength, her every movement was full of grace and deliberation that astounded her. Without thinking, Miryana extended a leg and raised an arm, imagining what it would be like to be up there on stage performing. Her mother's hand slapped her arm down, startling her out of her reverie.
It didn't take long for her to return to her fascination. Mme Bisset pirouetted <?> across the stage, a shimmering trail of light trailing from her, almost becoming a long train that extended from her waist. She alighted on pointe for a graceful arabesque. Flowers and grass seemed to spring into existence as she landed. The Flair could do little to elevate a novice's performance. One was usually only able to harness it to the extent that they could harvest their craft. A master, though, to see the work of a master flaired artist was to create a memory that would be remembered for life.
Miryana couldn't think of a better start to her college life.