Dancing in the Park [Open]

If there was one thing that Celeste Teal could not have expected after her young life in Atlantis it would be that she would find herself. Early on she was taught that her beliefs, her thoughts, her wants and desires simply didn’t matter. The demigods in power of Atlantis had gone so far as to take her voice from her, the last expression of self she truly had. To her, the beautiful demigod was little more than an ornament, a decoration that could be traded between households for an evening to be leered over and quietly desired. It was an existence that Celeste had always hated and one that she feared would forever be hers.

But, life has a way of changing things when you least expect them. Rather than cursed to live her life as an ornament, Celeste’s life changed when the X-Men had rescued her and her people from the devious rule of a mad king. For the first time in a long time, she was given a choice – continue life in a free Atlantis, or move to the mainland and try a hand at finding her own life. It was a difficult decision but one that, ultimately, she was glad she made.

That was years ago. Now at the age of 21, her speech returned, her social understandings better, Celeste Teal had moved out into the denizens of New York. She still visited the mansion frequently, even entertained interest in joining the ranks of the X-Men. But for now, Celeste only wanted to focus on chasing her dreams.

And those dreams involved being a dancer.

In the midst of Central Park, in an ampitheatre usually set aside for retellings of Shakespeare or some modern piece that has yet to make to the a paid stage, Celeste stands center. There are few people lounging about, talking, laughing but Celeste has tuned them all out. For now she is dressed simply in hip hugging leggings, a tight tanktop, and ballet slippers. In her ears sits a pair of bluetooth earbuds and upon her waist sits her phone with music playing through the earpieces. She would be an average sight of an average girl had she not been born in Atlantis.

But..she had been.

What made Celeste special was her skin was that of a blackish-blue void and across it moved the the swirls of galaxies, the pinks and purples of nebulas, and the constant twinkling of stars. Her hair, sharing the same appearance, was tied back into a ponytail and as she moved, her body emanating the skills of a practicing ballerina, she truly looked like a heavenly body.

Eyes of white starlight close as her lips stretch into a smile. As the song in her ears reaches a high point, she prouettes across the stage, her skill evident and the smile on her lips elated as she dances with all abandon.