Helga was not worried. She struggled with a weak ankle and was always so worried about stepping on other people's toes that she hardly focused on every minimal misstep. Dancing was supposed to be fun!

"I'm enjoying the festivities," she said brightly. "My Papa doesn't want to bring us to stay, but I visit as often as possible. I feel more alive near the ocean side," she explained as they danced. "And you?"

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