<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yu35VAn_p-M"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/yu35VAn_p-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/>This is what I was listening to while I wrote it. So listening to it while reading could help to set the scene a bit. Sorry if this is not up to par..hope its ok</div></div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Rydag's smile deepened as he took her hand in his own, then stood pulling her with him â€œHow about we let the dance speak for itself?â€<br/>------<br/>Cris seeing the couple move to join the other dancers, gave a sharp whistle getting the attention of the other musicians. With deft fingers, from years of practice he began to play in the current silence; the other instruments gradually joining in. Slow at first, the rhythm was deep and sensual like the pulsing hearts of two lovers.<br/>------------<br/>Standing behind her, Rydag has whispered softly against Ameliaâ€™s neck â€œFeel the music and move with meâ€ With those final words he closed his eyes and began to move against her, his hands coming to rest upon her hips lightly for a moment. Then they are gone as he spins around her to face her, his eyes opening to look into her own. His movements began purposeful, his steps holding power and strength as he stepped to the beat of the drums. First to the left, then to the right, his hands clapping together to punctuate each step. He nodded for her to follow his lead, to step with him to the music. Oh the looks of pride in his eyes as she caught on to the dance of his people, marveling at how she turned when he turned and came back to him in perfect step. Together they moved about the floor their eyes never leaving one another's for more then a brief moment.<br/>---<br/>Cris's fingers moved as if some demons possessed them, with the speed in which they danced across the neck of his guitar. Building the tempo of the song till it came to an end, leaving the couple embracing as their chest heaved a bit, either from the exertion of the dance or whatever charge of emotions they were feeling at that moment. Applause roared up for Cris and the other musicians, with Cris standing and removing his hat to take a bow. Needing a break he set his guitar down to leave the other musicians to play. Heading to one of the jugs of wine he poured himself a cup while he nibbled on a couple of grapes. Scanning the crowd he nodded to a few people as he just enjoyed the festivities and the look of enjoyment on the faces of those he called family.<br/>-----<br/>For several heart beats Rydag lingered in holding Amelia, one could say he was taking advantage of the moment though in honesty it was just him wishing to not disturb the moment with her. After a moment his smile deepened, â€œSo...what kind of dance would you call that?â€ a light tease in his voice.