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[cozen]

WHO: Alexandrie, Bastien, Byerly, and their captive audience
WHAT: Mandatory etiquette and dance lessons
WHEN: Justinian 15, 9:45
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: See the OOC post and IC announcement for more information! If you didn't sign up, you can still participate in Parts A and D, and just handwave the other two, without needing to sign up or get an assignment. If you want to do B and C, you can find your own dance partner/seating group OOC, or you can sign up now and we'll dole out new assignments if we get enough latecomers to do so. If you signed up and are missing from the lists when you shouldn't be, I'm sorry and please tell me!

disclaimer: event less fancy than pictured

Seating Assignments
— Table One: Gwenaëlle, Iorveth, Matthias, Athessa
— Table Two: Flint, Ilias, Darras, Med Seller, Yngvi
— Table Three: Julius, Thranduil, Anders, Brienne
— Table Four: Benedict, Colin, Valentine, Six, Derrica
— Table Five: Teren, Salvio, Bartimaeus, Osana
— Table Six: Freddie, Petrana, Kain, Merrill, Silver
— Table Seven: Yseult, Cosima, Steve, Inessa
— Table Eight: Sidony, Fifi, Nell, Fingon
— Table Nine: Thor, Nathaniel H., Solas, Skadi

Dance Partners
— Cosima & Nathaniel H.
— Athessa & Anders
— Teren & Flint
— Freddie & Bartimaeus
— Yseult & Darras
— Nell & Julius
— Merrill & Colin
— Skadi & Benedict
— Gwenaëlle & Solas
— Petrana & Salvio
— Osana & the Medicine Seller
— Sidony & Matthias
— Six & Thranduil
— Brienne & Valentine
— Fifi & Steve
— Thor & Fingon
— Ilias & Iorveth

Comments

Yseult and Darras

[staysail]

Darras could be insufferable.

He isn't going to be. But he could be. He could tell Yseult all the times that he remembers dancing with her. More times than could be counted on four hands, four feet. He could describe for her the sawdust-strewn floor of the tavern in the village. The well-worn floor of the cottage. The beach's apron frill around the cliffs, where running could turn easily to a game, to a kind of dance, between spars of shipwrecks and great puffs of brown-white sea foam. Night dancing at the local feast, all lit with lanterns and sweet with summer wine. Day dancing, teasing her as she went to go fetch water, or grabbing her hand and pulling her close, a quick sway that she sometimes resisted and sometimes collapsed into.

Moments and sentiments that would assassinate her image, probably. Lay waste to what truce or mending they've managed, between them. So he doesn't say anything at all when they meet on the dance floor, with the other couples grouped about them. Of course those moments are all around them, like another person whispering in their ears. That's what happens when you've been married for years.

And it's all in Darras' smile--though he doesn't mean it at all cruelly, and she'd best not read it that way or it could all be undone.

The rhythm starts. Darras doesn't reach for her hand yet, delaying the moment, resisting the urge to start.

"Fancy meeting you here."