"Your kith are good people, Korrin," Taas says with a bark of laughter, losing his place a bit in the dance but bravely getting back into it again. At least he hasn't stepped on her feet, so far.

The bonfire is warm each time he moves past it, olny to send him into the cold at he next step. It was so... surreal, this strange dance of senses. Hot and cold, the touch of her hand, the vibrations and the brightness of fire and snow... he could easily lose himself to this for a while.

"Thank you for this."