Creed: Latent Element

Creedance Windrider was born into a lineage of air mages in Avangard, a community that revered and expected this Latent Ability. Her grandmother, her great grandmother, and many generations before them had wielded the power of the wind with grace and skill. It was a part of their history, a part of their identity. However, for Creedance, it was also a part of her burden. As much as she dreamed of it, she had never felt the joy of dancing with the air at the festivals; she only knew the duty of preparing and serving behind the scenes.

But there was one year, one glorious year, when Creedance got to join the dance of light and air. It was her twenty-first birthday, and her grandmother had insisted that she took a break from her chores. She was given one of the elegant ceremonial dresses, a hand-me-down, but just as fair. She was given a role, and taught the dance that her sisters had followed for many years past. She had never known such stress before this, nor such gratitude and excitement. But finally, Creedance glided toward the center stage, floating amidst a hundred airships docked above and below.

She felt a gentle breeze on her face, and heard the music of flutes and drums. She had to do this right. The paperdemon could hardly breath, before her grandmother stepped in with a firm shoulder squeeze and tender words. Creedance Windrider let go of her fears and doubts, and joined the dance. 

She moved with the rhythm of the wind, and guided the air with her hands and body movement. She felt a connection with the air, with the wavelengths of light, and with the people around her. She felt a surge of freedom, happiness, and life. At the conclusion of the dance, the image was complete. Ribbons of light wove together to form the mesmerizing mirage of a rose, its blooming petals spanning across the breadth of the bay. The faces of young children shone from their airships as they admired the spectacle. It was her tribute. It was one of the most beautiful moments of her life.

...She just had to not think about her siblings, and what mess she would inevitably return to come dinnertime.