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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

[rowancrowned]

“Ah,” he says, “but I have done this many times, if not to this music. Shall we?”

There are benefits to the height—it makes it easier for him to lead, for one, and he does so, as the music starts again. He near glides; he knows where his feet ought to be and so they are there, and he can compensate for smaller steps or fumbles by adjusting his own.

And he smiles at her, too, but it is a gentle thing, a joke they are in on together. What cruelty there is in him does not surface to make fun of a young elven woman learning to dance/

[swordproof]

"Yes, please." Six still looks awkward and unsure, but she steps into it, all the same, her eyes flicking up to look at Thranduil.

She has heard about him before, of course - she knows that he is someone important, that perhaps Adalia had mentioned him once or twice in the past. A full elf, someone she expects to judge her, to hate her, to ignore her, but he is kind. It surprises her, the tension in her shoulders settling for a moment before she breathes out.

He makes her feel as though she is weightless as if her dress suits her.

"When was the last time you danced so?"