Covert Ops Week 5

A lone figure moved against the harsh sun of mid-day, the strong heat beat upon her covered shoulders.

The movements she made were agile and precise, yet gentle and calm. And as sweat fell from her damp forehead she smiled, doing the only thing she knew she was good at.

Her auburn locks reflected the light and her violet eyes sparkled even as sweat dripped into them from off her hair she kept smiling.

Few have seen her do this, most would not believe she could with how clumsy she was, but those who have seen her from there hiding places, for she would never dance knowing people were watching, knew they were lucky to ever see her smile that genuine, her limbs so nimble, and movements only able to be explained in one word; beautiful. These people knew if they were ever asked to explain why she danced they would only have one answer for them; right. She danced because it felt right.

A twirling motion made and she looked to the sky with closed eyes, a peaceful expression written on her face. Her arms outstretched inviting the sun upon her before her body moved again.

She danced slow at times to feel her movements within herself, or she danced fast to keep her mind off anything but the dancing.

No matter how she danced though it was all she could do, listen to the trees blow in the wind along with her rough breathing, feel the sun beating down on her as well as the grass or dead leaves below her bare feet, smell the flowers and trees along with the sweat that came from her own person, and when her eyes were open everything moved around her in a blurring motion but usually she saw only darkness for she kept her eyes closed.

Today she wore a brown and green dress, as she danced in a slow way just taking in the remaining days of summer, and you almost could not see her, she blurred against the trees in the background, and her hair helping hide her and closed eyes not giving anything away, you could almost say she was invisible.

The beauty of it was she likely chose that dress so she could be invisible, to blend into the swaying trees, the trees that always stayed in place yet moved with such beauty, as she would describe it if you could get into her mind.

Even though nobody would ever guess she could dance they were always surprised to see her wield her staff thinking her to clumsy, but nobody knew this was how she learned to use it; through dance she learned the agile movements needed to use a staff. Nobody also knew she thought of using her staff as another form of dance and sometimes instead of just dancing she'd train with it.

Again she twirled and the dress spun again blending and blurring against the scenery again, she was invisible to the world but here she stood out more than ever yet still she was invisible.

She stopped for the moment to breath taking in everything, her auburn locks reflected the light and her violet eyes sparkled, sweat dripped into her eyes from the sweat on her hair but she smiled and once more became visible against the scenery yet, invisible to the world.

Her spy knew it was time to leave; so the spy left the invisible girl.