<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4203861#msg4203861">Quote from: Leorobin on 31-01-2011, 19:54:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It will be a pleasure, my charming prey..." Kalaj chuckles as he watches her dancing, he isn't too used to dancing so he needs a few moments to get himself worked to the rhythm. Being a hunter, he is used to both slow and agile movement, but while hunting a prey. Either way, he begins dancing while glancing at those around him, catching up to the beat as he movescloser to Apple again, dancing with her as best as he can. <br/><br/><em>"Courting is like dancing" Kalaj remembered his father saying once, while explaining him the antics of the jaka. "Dancing is not amongst my usual skills...Or courting..." He had admitted somewhat abashed. His father had chuckled and shaken his head. "Never mind, son, you'll learn at least one of them before the next moon..."</em> Well he had learned the latter faster than the first, not that he was skilled, just enough to say that he managed and to satisfy his father. And now here he was, trying to at least do a decent job at dancing.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Curiously, he soon notes, she is moving towards the rim of the circle, and so is almost everyone else. His warming up is leaving him - well, almost lonely in the centre of a ring of people.<br/>The only other people in this ring are a man who danced with little Adjia before, a guy nobody has spoken with today, and the raven-haired girl who stormed away before the first dance. They are all holding something like a stick, packed in silk, leather, or both. They are looking around them uncertainly, as if waiting for something.<br/>In the meantime, the other people are lining the circle around them. The Apple is among them, and is moving counterclockwise, while not getting into the circle.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4203917#msg4203917">Quote from: MadPanda on 31-01-2011, 20:14:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It is the Muse with the stretched silk clothing who seems to hold Adjia's attention, but whether this is because she is loathe to break into the other's conversation, or because she is fascinated by the alluring spectacle is hard to tell.  Indeed, behind that mask, it is usually difficult to be sure where, why, and upon whom her gaze rests.<br/><br/>(Were she not masked, her shy blush might be enough to light the dance floor, as the sight of the Muse's body brings to mind all manner of secret, whispered, shameful thoughts from her few surreptitious eavesdroppings on her father's many concubines...)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The muses start moving aside on the first notes. It seems as if they suddenly decided they don't want to be in the centre of the clearing. The muse that is subject to Adjia's attention spares her a glance and a smile, but keeps moving aside, as if some pressing matter is drawing her to stand among the people that are lining the circle. Her previous dance partner, and another couple are inside it, but aren't moving yet, maybe waiting for something.<br/><br/><strong>Aevala</strong><br/>A short lull in their conversation ensued. Maybe it was saying a lot in itself, maybe it wasn't. Only the two women knew that.<br/>A small child ran towards Lara, looking excited. It was carrying a stick, about 4 feet long, wrapped loosely in red silk, with a black leather cord. He uses it to poke her in the middle of the thigh.<br/>Lara sighs deeply.<br/>"I'm almost loathe to go, my dear", she whispers in Aevala's ear, without showing any desire to release her, "But I must, or my sister will never speak with me again! Wish me Fortune to be with me, will you?"<br/>With that, she finally takes a hand off her frame and extends it backwards. The boy thrusts the end he was using to poke her with in her palm, and she grasps it without looking.