Elspeth was a dancer - though she wasn’t very good. She had been coerced into it at a young age and through some loose determination and a lack of anything else to do, had continued progressing quite well up until the age of eight. This was apparently the age at which she could either plateau or choose to fully transcend her bodily form and become more dancer than human. She was perfectly content to do the former. She had enjoyed slim portions of her dancing career - a Christmas recital, two friendships formed and retained. But never, in all eight of her years, had she envisioned that she would continue forever. Her grip on this ambition, in place but not so firm, loosened further still and she was eager to abandon her shoes and pursue other prospective passions.
Lovely story, Adam. I can recall similar moments remembering grandparents - really nicely captured here.