audette rousseau

The inquisitive danseuse merely observed with clove brown irises as the demure child shuffled forward with such astute care against the gazebo's dated wooden floors. The overly cautious simper she received prompted a glorious expression of delight upon the older fae's sweetheart lips. The familiar sound of those French words so undoubtedly pleased the foreign-born fae, causing her hands to clap in a childlike glee in front of her chest. She had, admittedly, missed that romantic language far more than she had anticipated. The very French way of things so lost upon the busy metropolis that spiraled around her. Her query on whether or not the young child danced, however, seemed to stoke the very fires of passion within the gentleness of the child's lightly-hued gaze. The very depths of her soprano voice surely held within it her irrevocable love for the art that Audette both possessed and well understood. Ballet, after all, had a way of so eclipsing the very soul itself till the danseuse lived, breathed, and dreamt of those meticulous poses and elegant jetés. Her own head bobbed quite readily and yet, Audette was hardly the type of soul to demand the spotlight for herself. Quite on the contrary, she so wished to share those devotions that bubbled within her, prompting the young woman to sway with ease towards the railing as she gestured towards the very center of the smell structure - giving Maeve space to perform her own routine.

The blatant bewilderment upon the sweet child's features prompted a soft giggle upon her feminine lips as Audette nodded again, a small knowing simper upon her features. "Oui, you, mademoiselle." She uttered in response, quite confirming that disbelief that seemed to grip the child. Truly, had no one shown such an interest in those very delights that so entranced the young girl before? Another small gesture was made towards that mock 'stage' of sorts in an encouraging fashion as the fae child move with a lightness in her step. She watched as the young woman took up her B-plus position, the ballerina entirely intrigued by the girl's starting choice. Her own Premier Maître de ballet had always hated such a position, even despite its popularity within New York. Nevertheless, her lips tilted upwards in a pleased grin as the young child began her chaîné turns. Audette was astute to the fashion her the girl rose as high as she could in her bright red shoes, her hair flowing behind her as her head whipped to relocate her spot every singular time. It was quite clear the young woman had taken some sort of lessons, her very posture showed some professional teaching. That once silent simper turned into a giggle of glee as the child burst from her turn in a leap, rising upwards as far as gravity would allow her before her figure came back down to touch the ground with barely a sound.

"Ah! Magnifique!" The young woman declared, her hands clapping softly with a clear show of praise. Truly, Audette was more than thrilled to encourage the young girl in any way possible - to stroke the confidence within the timid fae in the way her own mother once had. It was, she was certain, the very least she could do for a fellow ballerina. There was a gentleness to her clove colored irises as Audette watched the child turn towards her with the singular declaration that she intended to pursue the same career that Audette was so blessed to be within. "Ahhh, it is a very difficult dream of yours, mon cher. But if you work hard, I have no doubt I will see you on the stage."

The French fae watched as the slender child made her way towards her, only to provide her name as she stared up at her with those bright lavender eyes. "Très heureuse! My name is Audette." Her accent was particularly strong when uttering the syllables of her own name and yet the woman was well aware of the way in which Maeve so seemed to eye her - at least until she so tentatively inquired, with a delicate gesture towards her pointed ears, of their similarities. That beam once again crossed the woman's features before her head bobbed in confirmation. "Oui, I think we have quite a great deal in common, Maeve. You know, the ballet is going to be doing the Nutcracker in a few months. Perhaps you should come, hm? And bring someone special with you? I could secure tickets for you, if you would like." It would, admittedly, be rather nice to have someone there to cheer her on, in some fashion or another.