Eleanor

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Eleanor is one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But while others danced with fire or precision, Eleanor moved like a dream in motion—soft, otherworldly, as though she weren’t entirely of this realm. She was the ethereal one—the kind of beauty that felt untouchable, like moonlight on glass or the moment just before waking. Her presence was delicate but never frail, her movements fluid and slow as if time bent itself to match her rhythm. She drifted rather than walked, floated rather than turned, and when she danced, it felt like watching a memory unfold. Eleanor brought grace without effort, elegance without sharpness. Her expressions were always somewhere far away—lost in thought, in feeling, in something only she seemed to see. The other Gliders grounded the group; Eleanor lifted it, gave it breath, gave it soul. She had a voice like the hum of a lullaby, and a touch that calmed even the most frayed nerves before a performance. In rehearsals, she often seemed to forget where she was, but when the music began, it was as if her body remembered everything on its own—as if dancing was simply her native language.