[ OPEN ] And I'm on tonight you know my hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel it's right

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran, His Kestrels, and You
WHAT: Music, Dance, Shenanigans
WHEN: Current
WHERE: The Herald's Rest
NOTES: It's Zev and dancing. There might end up being shiftlessness, seductions, and intoxication.

[ The Learning ]

It wasn't an intentional lesson, this. There was music, there was wine, there was talk of dancing in the small cleared space between tables. Tossing about ideas of what to play, how to dance, when Zevran made mention of a method of training oneself to isolate movement that was more or less a dance and the younger Kestrels (all but Settimo) expressed their interest. He sent Vitta to gather a few coin covered scarves and belts in all manner of colors from his room and gathered the rest to walk them through it.

Anyone else that was curious might join in, Zevran was something of a hands on teacher, adjusting posture with a hand to the plane of a back, the curve of a hip, showing with his own demonstrations as much as by moving his students by feel so they knew how it was to stand, to move, to roll. Little things, hip rolls, undulating like a snake, how to pop one's hip or hold one's shoulders still while the legs and hips do their work- these he went through as best he could before Vita returned and he offered a proper demonstration.


[ The Dancing ]

After a quick duet, all rolling hips and wide, flirtatious smiles, the Kestrels took turns dancing either on their own or with someone else that had expressed interest. Zevran, likewise, was content to either offer pointers here and there or dance alongside- or against- anyone that would have him. There was wine, there was music, there was warmth in the building and he could think of no better reason than to attempt to have a good time. The show seemed more than enough for those that didn't wish to participate on their own- apparently anything was a good change of pace from Maryden's ballads now and then.


[ The Mending / The Resting ]

Learning to bend oneself in new and exciting ways, to move or not move as one willed- it could create soreness or the occasional sprain if one was not careful. Teresa took time away from the dancing and the drinking to tend to any that might have twisted something they should not, had slipped and fallen or overextended a limb in an attempt to learn this manner of dancing. Or, more often, to offer glasses of either watered down ale or water proper to those taking a break from all the dancing. Zevran himself would flop down on a chair time to time, shirtless and sweating, watching the group with a crackle of laughter. Now this? This was living.

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The Learning / Moving into dancing?

[unharrowed]

Wine was an indulgence Vasran was still getting used to in several ways. For one thing, there hadn't been many opportunities to drink back in the Circle, and especially not since the start of the rebellion. For another, she had never in her life had an allowance of her own, before now.

On an evening before this one, she had managed to drink herself silly, and while she hadn't gotten sick, she'd woken up feeling embarrassed of herself. On this night, she was being more cautious, although the sight of what those dancers were doing was bringing heat to her face almost faster than the wine.

She never had been one to remain on the sidelines when she could afford otherwise - and she hardly needed wine to make her bold.

"Like this?" she asked, inserting herself right into the midst of things, addressing the apparent leader of the group. She held up one arm lengthwise, attempting to pop the shoulder in the way he had demonstrated.

[ombranera]

"Yes, exactly that!" Shyness did not last long when curiosity could overcome it- provided something with enough weight to make one curious? He didnot anticipate those hanging about the edges and straddling the fence on whether or not to join them to last long before winding their way into the center. Zevran shifted his attention from Vita to the newcomer, repeating the gesture so she might observe. "Try it again with your other arm."

[unharrowed]

Vasran felt a small grin tug at her lips, and tried to keep it from getting too broad. Oh, but he was just as pretty up close — it was almost a pity about the eyepatch, but he made it look dashing. She had only so many instincts when it came to flirting, and nearly no practice, but something in her said she shouldn't appear too overeager.

With her other arm, then. She was no dancer, nor a fighter, but there was some amount of grace required in spellcasting. So she was quite confident in mirroring the gesture before turning it into a shoulder shimmy. By the end of it, she was smiling wide despite herself.

"Well, they never taught this in the Circle."

[ombranera]

"And it breaks my heart to hear it. Once I heard a tale that when the moon swells to fullness enchanters and mages would alight to the top of the tower and greet it by dancing in the nude." He sighed, so sad, so heartbroken. "Apparently this was not the case. I wonder if there is ever any manner of dancing, in the Circles? Much of your time is taken up with the learning and the avoiding of possession, to be sure. But I do wonder."

It would be a terrible loss for so many handsome men and women to spend all their time in such a place without knowing the joy of dance.

[unharrowed]

"Oh no," Vasran said in wry, mock offense, letting a hand fly to the base of her throat, "the Templars never would have allowed that. They're trained to kill joy as swiftly as they dispel magic."

The sarcasm practically dripped off of her. Vasran had known some stern Templars in her time, but she resented the view that many mages seemed to take of them.

[ombranera]

"You know I thought exactly the same thing? But here they are running about with little drawings of dicks on their helmets. 'Zevran' I say to myself 'Those are men that do not take themselves too seriously'." So clearly, Templars could have great fun as well.

[unharrowed]

"Well, I wish they would've shared that with me."

So maybe she bit her lip a little before she went on. Maybe she was a little too aware of the innuendo she was about to employ. She was still willing to go for it.

"What else can you show me?"

[ombranera]

"That depends on how comfortable you are with hands on direction." Zevran takes half a step back and rolls from shoulder to thigh in one long undulation. "It is all in the spine, see?"

[unharrowed]

Vasran wills herself not to look away, to push past the flutter in her ribs that makes her want to. She did not toss herself into this only to act shy.

"I think so." Honestly, she isn't certain her own spine could do that, at least not with the same fluidity. She'd be willing to try, but — she has more than one reason for stalling at the moment. Her eyes flick down to his hips, then back up to his face.

"Show me again?"