Yin and Yang
It was a warm, sunny day. Figures were flitting between shops and roads were clumsily patterned with different varieties of vehicles. The park, while equally as busy as the world surrounding it, managed to hold a feeling of serene tranquility.
Nina sat hidden in the shadow of a large cedar tree while her flatmate/ranger-partner-in-crime LaTiah practiced her choreography in the sun. Nina was wearing her old pair of sunglasses, she always was sensitive to bright colours, and the dancer's usual attire never helped.
"Nina, I need to get this routine perfected before Saturday! Please, just pay attention to my feet for five minutes." LaTiah stood in front of the Russian red-head with her hands planted akimbo, displaying a facial expression which Nina often called 'The Toddler's Tantrum'.
"Didn't you wish that you were the best dancer in the world? Surely your footwork would be the least of your problems." Nina was fiddling with her yin-yang choker, thinking about her late brother Mikhail and