Ariadne looked up, her eyes suddenly wide and eager. "Well, I'd like to learn," she said enthusiastically. "Even if I don't go to the ball. I love dances. I know a few Elven dances from back home."

They were so elegant. Taunting and teasing and drifting. Of course, she had never done the full, complete dances. Most of them required eight to ten people. But she'd practiced more than once with Aunt Lysia. And a few times, Adriana had joined them to correct their steps.

"I would be...an important part of my cultural education." Which was completely untrue, but she was so excited at the possibility...