This morning's prompt is 'dancer'.

Jules leCroix was the big bad warrior poet in my other big damn space opera and he watched Heibei and Hannah meeting and being skittish awkward teenagers. He thought to himself, "welcome to the dance."

I need to get back to those characters. They were never as demanding of my attention as the big alien kitty kat from my original big damn space opera, but I was writing some covenant of stars bits earlier this year, when I wasn't concentrating on another survivor group in the zpocalypse.