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Post by ryanne on May 11, 2008 10:19:03 GMT -5
Roican had left the crafter’s stall alone, charged with the task of waiting for his companion at the dance square. He didn’t mind the wait, even if he was never really comfortable standing by himself. He knew that she’d be back quickly. Arienne didn’t strike him as the type to spend a lot of time preening in the mirror. Women who actually had crafts and did their own hard labor just didn’t seem to put as much store in dresses and appearances as “proper holdgirls.”
He did know, however, that she wouldn’t need to spend anytime getting ready. Arienne was a pretty girl no matter what she wearing, or at least that was Roi’s opinion. He also didn’t like it when girls got all fancied up with paint on their faces and overly fancy jewelry. He thought that a girl in a simple dress with a smile was prettier than any extravagant gown with golden trim. He was a helpless romantic, though.
“There you are,” he commented, catching sight of her a few paces away. She was beautiful. That red dress looked wonderful on her. “You look lovely,” he complimented her, grinning softly. “Do you want to dance?”
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Post by boober on May 11, 2008 14:31:38 GMT -5
Cezine grinned broadly at E’ri before shaking her head and laughing. “Okay then, if you say so.” She cast a glance over at Beka as the other weyrling approached and smiled a greeting. But since it seemed that the blue weyrling was there to visit, and not with her, she said nothing. “If you insist” was directed at E’ri as Cezine stood and dusted off the blue skirt of her dress. She didn’t like the thought of E’ri sitting there and being glum while everyone else was out having fun. She’d have thought he might have taken Lura out for a dance or two… or maybe it was just wishful thinking? But either way, it was clear that his intentions were to sit there and not have fun, and she was going to leave him to it. Murmuring a polite farewell to the older green rider and the other weyrling, Cezine stepped away from the table and disappeared in a swirl of skirts and tunics. She wanted to find someone to dance with.
C’lryn was happily watching everyone else dance as Darling sat perched on his shoulder with her tail looped across his neck. The little gold was clearly enjoying the Gather as much as the humans were, delighting in seeing them scurry about and do things they normally didn’t. Like that pair of women over there behaving somewhat questionably; she knew they were both riders at the Weyr, and knew that on a normal day neither of them would even think of behaving as they were now. But for some reason, being at a Gather seemed to make all the difference. But the little queen chirped happily as she saw someone else she recognized: Rielana was approaching them, and Darling rattled her pinions in C’lryn’s ear to get his attention before chittering happily at Fiel. She liked him; he was a nice blue. Not that she knew very many other blues to compare, but whatever.
The bronze weyrling returned his fellow weyrling’s grin and reached out to take her hand. Before he had the chance to say anything, however, a green blur raced up and over his head, dropping onto his outstretched arm and screeching horribly. Bite had her frills extended and was giving Rielana a full view of the fangs that had pierced C’lryn’s ear for him the day of her hatching. Enraged by this ugly little thing’s impudence, Darling screamed, her eyes suddenly taking on a blood red hue. Resisting the urge to smack his forehead, C’lryn forcibly separated the two before they began quarreling in earnest, and was bitten for his pains.
Bite! The salamandyr cried out as she hissed warningly at the other female trying to usurp her mine-thing.
“No bite!” C’lryn was firm, even as he cast an apologetic glance at Rielana. He wanted to dance with her, he did! Just… as soon as he convinced Bite that she was not to be eaten.
BITE!
“NO! No bite!” She seemed to pause at this, her frill retracting somewhat as she eyed Rielana suspiciously. The salamandyr clearly was not convinced.
No bite?
“No. No bite.” The bronze weyrling seemed relieved as his newest pet finally seemed to get the idea that Rielana was not to be attacked. But just because she understood didn’t mean that Bite was happy about it. Hissing again at the green weyrling, the ‘mandyr disappeared back to wherever she’d come from, by way of shoving beneath Darling, who was still watching the whole thing with an irate gaze. Needless to say, the gold was not impressed by the green salamandyr’s rudeness, and shrieked at her in a most hostile manner. Whatever Bite said in reply couldn’t have been nice, for the usually well-mannered and sweet-tempered gold was in a positive fury as she spat several times before taking wing and chattering at Fiel… clearly commanding him to come with her. Away from that disgusting, ill-mannered little pest.
Shaking his head, C’lryn grinned sheepishly at Rielana. “I’m really sorry about that. I’d love to dance with you, although I think it’s only fair I should warn you: I’m not that great at it.”
Aryna couldn’t help but laugh as she saw Robika eyeballing her… endowments. The thought only made her laugh even harder, even as the green rider all but swept her onto the dance floor. Her own arm came up and wrapped snugly around the other woman’s waist, her long-fingered hand clasped with Robika’s as they danced, her long ebony braid swinging with her movements. She grinned at Robika’s comment. “Thanks; you smell quite lovely yourself.” She was just tipsy enough to feel like being silly, but the brown rider hadn’t had enough wine to be a klutz on the dance floor. Her steps were smooth and sure, and anyone who didn’t know her very well might be surprised that Aryna was actually a rather nice dancer. Anything that involved movement, she was likely to be a fair hand at. If she noticed how close Robika was to her, then she certainly didn’t protest; why would she? The green rider was cute, and Aryna would never protest at physical closeness with an attractive person.
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Post by randi on May 11, 2008 15:55:37 GMT -5
K'nam was relieved to hear that she was patching up well, though he did feel partly responsible for her being injured at all. However, today was supposed to be a day of fun, so he pushed away the guilt. He nodded, agreeing that she was fortunate to have not lost much hair, though he thought that she looked perfectly fine with it shortened. At her question, he gave a small shrug. "I'm healing up all right. They're not too bothersome." Okay, so that was a tiny lie. His hands paining him whenever he tried to do anything with them was annoying beyond measure, but he dealt with it.
At the mention of Scamp, he winced slightly. "He's uh... surviving," he laughed. Bearinth had been doing something to occupy the little creature for most of the day, for which K'nam was thankful, though the occasional slip of a word mixed beyond recognition continually reminded him of the headache waiting for him when he got home. "Bearinth's 'madyrsitting him today for me. I didn't think it was going to be a good idea to bring him around all the excitement." Though his mind could not keep from conjuring the picture of the bright blue salamandyr trying to wrap himself up in Kaegan's dress. Faranth help him and the "broken" 'mandyr. "And yours?"
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Arienne turned as she heard the voice of her partner for the day, smiling brightly. "Thank you," she replied to his compliment, looking out at the whirling people on the dancefloor. "You look wonderful too," she replied, knowing full well that nothing had changed between now and the last time she had seen him.
At his suggestion that they join in with those already dancing, she couldn't help give a small excited bounce on her feet. "I'd love to." She reached for his hand, tugging him slightly towards the other dancers, excited.
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Post by ryanne on May 11, 2008 16:53:54 GMT -5
Roican grinned, letting her pull him onto the floor. With the lively music, he wrapped his right arm around her waist and clasped her smaller hand in his own and began to lead her around the floor. He wasn’t the best dancer, but he didn’t step on her toes and he had decent enough rhythm. He’d been dancing at gathers for turns and he’d made sure that he was adequate at the activity.
He smiled down at her. “Having fun?” Roi asked, pulling her a little closer to him. “I think the crafter almost cried when we left,” he continued, laughing a little. It was only too easy to get the jewelry crafters hyped up. They didn’t get sells as often as other stallkeepers.
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Post by randi on May 11, 2008 18:11:49 GMT -5
As he put a hand on her waist, she gently held his shoulder with her own, their connected hands staying the same. Even though he wasn't one of the best, Arienne enjoyed dancing with him. He certainly wasn't one of the worst, and he found the beat easily. That's all she really needed.
She refused to look away at any of the other dancers, Roican and her might as well have been in their own world. As he pulled her closer, Arienne smiled up at him. "Yes, this is wonderful," she assured him. "And you?" At the mention of their previous adventure, she laughed softly, "Poor man. We're horrible, you know?"
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Post by ryanne on May 11, 2008 19:22:31 GMT -5
Roican grinned at her, “Of course I am. Any male in his right mind would be.” He suppressed the urge to wink at her. They were just friends thus far, well, friends that were dancing quite closely right now. He laughed instead, playing it off as a joke. It was true, though, she was a very attractive woman and not annoying like most women.
“We are horrible, but wasn’t it fun?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow a little bit. He had a devilish smile on his face. He really did enjoy spending time with her and hounding the stallkeeper just made it all the better. The poor guy really was devastated. Roi didn’t feel bad at all; he had jacked up the price so much.
I’mny scowled as he wandered into the Gather Square. He wouldn’t have come to the gather, but he needed to purchase a few items. Going from stall to stall, though, he didn’t manage to find the items that he needed. Crafters were really slacking when it came to making proper boots. He almost commissioned a pair, but he didn’t have the marks on him. He really did need new riding boots though. His dress boots were still almost new, but his brown ones were nearly falling apart.
Catching the sight of one of his former weyrlings, he smiled, a rare gesture. He was always so mean to them during the lessons that sometimes he figured it be a good thing to let them know that he wasn’t an utter arse all the time, just most of time. Approaching her, he offered her his hand. “Do you wish to dance?” he asked. He’d make the nice gesture, but he couldn’t promise that he’d continue to be kind. Old habits die hard.
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Post by Administrator on May 12, 2008 5:24:34 GMT -5
Shmee sipped more of her juice sleepily. It was getting dark; she should definitely start making plans to get back to the Weyr soon. She also needed to find a dragon to escort her back, as well. She didn't want to risk being kidnapped again. Glumly finishing off her juice, she turned her head to look for a drudge to take the glass and the empty bottle. However, before she could call out, someone else had come. Blinking her wide blue eyes in surprise, she raised an amused eyebrow. She recognized this boy from earlier, but she couldn't remember his name. Why was she always so bad at remembering names? Pretending she remembered it, she gave a low chuckle. "I'm sure I'd knock you out of the way with my giant stomach," she replied with amusement. Naturally, she wouldn't dance for the romance, but it would definitely be a better substitute to sitting alone in the corner. "I'm normally a good dancer," she muttered, standing up awkwardly. She paused, then looked him over. She didn't want him to touch her with too much friendliness. Hopefully, he would know his manners well enough to not try to get too close to her. It would be betraying S'rei, and that would not do. She had told S'rei that she was his and his alone. Her dancing would be strictly platonic, and if he tried doing anything otherwise, she would strip him holdless.
E'ri did not dare question Lura at the sound of the girl's slightly shaky voice. The greenrider shot him a glare that she made sure Beka wouldn't see. He smiled reassuringly at her. "Nice to meet you, too," he replied politely before turning back to Cezine. Lura, splitting off for her own conversation, looked down as Beka introduced herself to Liralla. She smiled a half-smile. "Anai," Liralla repeated enthusiastically, reaching a pudgy baby-finger out to reach for the flitter. Then, suddenly determined, she looked up at her mother. "Green flitter, Ma? That Ist'ry?" she asked excitedly. Lura chuckled. "Istery is playing in the lake," she replied. "Remember?"
"'member Ist'ry. In lake, Ma? Lake?" she replied with a frown on her small face. Lura nodded patiently. "Yes, in lake," she told the girl in a baby voice that was seldom used in public. Yet, just as she was saying that, Istery popped out from between, frost covering his blue hide from his quick hop between from the lake. He chirped, and his eyes were whirling with obvious chill. Yet he had come to his bonded, just like she wanted! Liralla squealed with delight, reaching for her flitter. Grabbing the blue's tail, she pulled him none-too-gently closer, and wrapped her arms around him. Like a ragdoll, Istery allowed her to do this, and he crooned at her.
"Ist'ry," Liralla told Beka, her pudgy face smiling as she held onto Istery's chilled body. "My Ist'ry."
E'ri rolled his eyes at Cezine. He didn't see how she would waste a fine time in the Dancing Square to care for spitting babes. He watched as her colorful skirts vanished into the crowd, and he sighed heavily. What he would give to be young again. Then he might be the one to enjoy a night in the Square. But he knew it wasn't true. Even in his youth, E'ri was solitary, and wouldn't even go to a gather unless a particularly fine instrument would be there. He had been a spoilsport at even a young age.
Robika, however, was enjoying herself to the fullest. She loved the feeling of the woman's arm around her waist. She almost wish the woman would touch the skin underneath rather than the cloth... Surely Zadari wouldn't mind if this woman would touch her just a little bit? Smiling like a silly schoolgirl as Aryna led her through the crowds, she looked down to admire the steps. Robika was a bad dancer when drunk, so she just fumbled along with the other woman's steps. "Thanks," Robika replied cheerfully. Aryna thought she smelled good?! This was a very good sign! Her mind raced, and concentrated on one thought: How to get this woman to touch her even more. Boldly, and an action that she would never have dared to do when sober, her hand traveled down Aryna's back, and lightly grabbed onto the woman's butt. Well, it was innocent, right? After all, she was just trying to figure out where she should put her hands for this dance...
D'vin glared around at the Dancing Square. He wasn't sure how Hiriarth had bullied him into coming to the gather, but he was tempted to just buy some wine, go back to the Weyr, get himself drunk, and be done. Ever since the crazy fight in the Hatching Ground, he had wanted to do nothing more than drink. It wasn't at a dangerous point yet, but he knew that if this kept up long term, it would definitely become a problem. He had to resist. His eyes wandered through the crowd, seeking out any familiar face. Anything to get his mind off the thought of how nice some hard wine would be.
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Post by missa on May 14, 2008 6:02:21 GMT -5
Beka smiled gently, placing Anai on her hand before bringing her closer to Liralla, Anai's expression was one of definate caution, trilling at Liralla before crawling back up Beka's arm. "She's not very polite.." Half an apology, half a comment that was meant to scold the green, Beka's attention went briefly to Lura as the two of them spoke.
Liralla had a flitt too didn't she, yes, hadn't it been the same clutch she'd gotten Pita from? She couldn't remember, at the time, Beka had been more fascinated with trying to get the sharding creature off her, and now she was stuck with him. Then the blue flitter made an appearance. He was certainly patient, Anai would have scratched or bitten anyone holding her like that, and Pita would have probably just blinked between. Or something. "He's very handsome, how long have you had him?"
Rielana was startled by the green salamandyr's appearance, blinking in surprise as Fiel hissed angrily, no one treated His like that. How rude! Growling low in his throat, the blue paused after a moment to greet Darling happily, the green thing was awfully rude wasn't she? "I'm gathering she doesn't like me much?" Stating the obvious, but then there didn't seem to be much else she could say, the green 'mandyr obviously didn't like her. Oh well, she'd gotten along with Darling quickly, something had to balance it out.
Turning her head tot he gold with an amused smile as C'lryn argued with his newest pet, she nodded her head respectfully at the young queen, "Hello Darling, enjoying the gather?" Fiel certainly was, though was now eying Bite with distaste, if she bit His, he'd bite her. That was a fair deal to him, it worked. Then, as Darling flew off, he nuzled Rielana briefly before taking off after her. Much better company.
Rielana briefly rolled her eyes, laughing as she grabbed his hand, "That doesn't really matter, I'm not a good dancer either, I just like it." She smiled brightly, pleased to have gotten a partner to dance with, and it was someone she was friend s with too. Even better.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on May 15, 2008 0:37:40 GMT -5
"Thats good to hear." Pausing to briefly reconsider her answer after K'nam had finished speaking, Kaegan chuckled before adding onto it. "That of course is pertaining to you feeling better... and not how frisky Scamp is being." Unlacing one of her hands from the grasp she had them in, the weyrwoman happily itched her Firelizard's throat as he quietly grumbled in her ear. "Dash was very upset that I wasn't taking him with me tonight. I swear, if he were a human we'd be attached to the hip!" Leaning back in her chair with a hearty sigh, Kaegan tugged on a lock of her curly hair before speaking again. "He wants to be loved and cuddled with all the time... he gets in fights with Azie over how long each of them gets my attention... Luckily Millieth gets moody enough that she can scare the two off."
Lifting the large Bronze Flitter from her shoulder, the young woman poked him gently in the nose before setting him down on the table. Redirecting her gaze back onto the man sitting across of her, Kaegan shuffled her feet on the floor slightly, suddenly her idea made her stomach knot. "Uh... um. K'nam? Would you like... to dance?" Letting a small, nervous smile appear, Kaegan lowered her eyes slightly, hoping that the Bronzerider would say yes. Even though it was he who had asked and not vise versa...
(cavey and the rest will come.... I'm just really tired. D: )
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Post by randi on May 16, 2008 23:24:05 GMT -5
"You flatter me, dear Roican," Arienne's smile grew, his small laugh assuring her that he wasn't trying to make the matter serious. With such a nice looking lad, he certainly wasn't a complete write off as someone she'd like to spend time with, and he'd certainly proven himself earlier, but it was way too early to begin to think of intimacy at the moment, beyond where they were now. Well, at the moment, in any case.
"Of course. Most of the best kinds of fun are horrible, aren't they, in a way?" Teasing, pestering, well, most forms of entertainment, resulted at the expense of someone, though most could take at least a gentle ribbing.
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K'nam chuckled, listening to her. Dash sounded more affectionate than Scamp, yet still eccentric to a point where it was odd. He wondered if all salamandyrs carried with them severe personality traits, and thought to watch anyone with one of the creatures carefully. "Seems you've got quite the replacement for me," he joked. Once assured she was well enough, he had begun leaving her be.
At her question, his eyes flashed, widening slightly. She wanted to dance with him? Was she well enough? He'd feel horrible if she got hurt even the slightest bit. Then again, tge bronzerider was sure that she wouldn't have asked if she hadn't felt up to it. He stood tentatively, smiling and holding a hand out to her. "If you feel up to it, then, sure."
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Tashe
Shiny Hoarder
Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
"When the Butterfly emurges, does the caterpillar no longer exist?"
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Post by Tashe on May 19, 2008 0:35:28 GMT -5
"I'm sure that that wont happen, this song seems to be a slower one." Proffering his hand to the Weyrwoman, Cavelieran places his other hand behind his back. His mother was one for utmost courtesy when it came to formal events, from the day he was ready to learn, the Dolphineer was crammed full of etiquette. Although he for one had never been a fan of perfect manners, as long as his mother wanted him to be very proper, he would do so. He at least owed her that much, she had done so much for him and did it all without the help of his nonexistent, Dragonriding father. "If you were a fine dancer, you might still very well be." Nodding once as he quietly lifted her hand, Lier picked up a pace that matched Shmee's as he lead her to the Dance Square.
Waiting for a moment to pick up on what dance was currently in the midst of motion, before stepping into the dancing fray with his partner and after making sure the Weyrwoman was ready. Fortunately he had been right, for the tempo of the song was indeed that of a slower song. "I do hope you do not mind a slow Waltz, Milady Shmee." Placing a hand lightly on her waist and raising the other, the Journeyman waited for a nod (or something) to signal that she was ready before beginning to move.
(*coughIwasgivenpermissionfromMusehcough*)
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"Replacement? Nooo. No one could replace you." Stroking her Flitter with a silent fervor, Kaegan waited for the Bronzerider to respond to her question. What if he didn't want to dance with her? It wouldn't be to surprising, he had been around her a lot recently, maybe he had gotten tired of /her/ presence. /HMPH. Kaeganmine. If this man is tired of you, then I'm am a Human and you are a Dragon./ Blinking slightly as her Queen interrupted her thoughts unannounced, Kaegan let out a deep breath before sucking it in again as the Bronzerider rose from his seat. He was going to leave, she knew it, he was going to go and leave her to boredom.
"If you feel up to it, then, sure."
Looking up at his voice, the Queenrider happily bounced to her feet, relieved that he himself were not tired of her. "Oh! Yay." Placing her hand in his, Kaegan glanced back at the unhappy Bronze on her table. "I'll be back soon." /I told you so... you should start listening to me more Mine./
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Post by randi on May 19, 2008 22:24:28 GMT -5
K'nam led her to the dance floor, closer to the other dancers. A raging storm of emotions fled through him, worry about hurting her, happiness that they were sharing this moment together, curiosity as to why any part of his soul felt elation just by this simple act that was simply between friends.
He stopped at the rim of the dance floor, gently tugging her to where she faced him, their connected hand remaining so as he put his free on her waist. The slow song the band had struck up made relief flow through him. He could do decently at a slow tempo, and there was a less likely chance for the excitement to catch him and make him forget the frailty, imagined or no, of the goldrider.
You worry too much, Bearinth informed him as K'nam swept Kaegan to the song, his mouth drying as a nervous feel settled on him. What if he stepped on her toes? Faranth, he was probably worrying about nothing. He exhaled quietly, calming the storm. "This okay?" The bronzerider asked, his eyes focused on her face.
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Post by ryanne on May 20, 2008 14:06:51 GMT -5
Roican quirked up his eyebrow, “That was the point of course.” He wanted to flatter the pretty woman. And dance with her to, without stepping on her shoes. He grinned and spun her around quickly before pulling her up close against him again, making sure that they were closer than ever. He smirked this time, and mischievous air persisting for a moment before he allowed her a bit more room, not wanting to appear too eager.
“I must agree, I must agree,” he answered, twirling her again. He was becoming more bold on the dance floor, still not dancing as well as others, but moving outside of the normal steps with some form of style. And he still wasn’t stepping on her toes.
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Post by randi on May 25, 2008 13:40:33 GMT -5
Arienne laughed, happily twirling as he led her into it. Her dress flared slightly, giving off the impression of a red flower. The journeywoman's hair did a small dance in the wind. She was the prettiest flower in this particular garden. As long as one person believed it so, she could be happy.
Roican had pulled her closer, and she didn't resist. Despite what she would like to believe, this was more fun than she'd had in a while. She loved Gathers, and meeting a new friend was a huge plus. Unresisting to his hold, she was almost a bit unhappy when he decided to play it safe. The magic of Gathers, what could they not do?
As he twirled her again, Arienne noted that he was getting more loose, less worried. Stiff dancers were boring anyways, so this pleased her. Coming back to him, she intentionally pulled herself closer than she'd been before, giving the other silent encouragement.
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Post by ryanne on May 25, 2008 14:04:06 GMT -5
Roican was pleased how she moved with him. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, twirling around and pulling herself into his arms. He loved the feel of the movement and the liveliness of the dancing. It was upbeat and he loved the small laugh that kept springing from her lips. She was an attractive young woman, any young man would be pleased to have her in his arms.
When she stepped back into him, closing the distance, his smile grew a little. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, pulling her flush with him before twirling her back out. This time, though, he didn’t hesitate to draw her back up against his body.
The song ended, much to Roican’s disappointment. But the harpers quickly followed up with a slower song. “May I have this next dance?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her waist more firmly. The slow song allowed for more sustained contact, no twirling her away from her, just holding her close.
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