Hawk couldn't believe what he was seeing. It felt like his eyes were betraying him and that Simione dancing in front of him was nothing but some sort of hallucination. His eyes fixated on her for minutes, like the whole world stopped and only Simione was the only worthy looking at.
Her copper hair swayed with her body as she danced and her aura blended perfectly at the ambiance of the party—lovely, joyous and very heartwarming. There was always something about the way she moves, she was always graceful like a swan.
"Isn't that Cat?" Elder Susan asked as soon as they noticed Simione's presence. It was really Hawk the old woman was looking at, wondering what captured his attention and when she followed his eyes, it landed on Simione.
"Oh yes it is!" One of his companions blurted, very much thrilled by what they saw. "She came this year!"
