<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4051670#msg4051670">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-12-2010, 12:24:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">At the start of the festivities, she finds herself, without realising it, in much the same situation that Kalaj is. Well, there are some minor differences.<br/>First, one of the Sarista that's gripping her elbows with the intention to spin her into dancing, is a male. The other is, quite obviously, a woman. The man is a few years older than her, while the woman is roughly her own age.<br/>Second, they are not scowling at each other. The smiles they exchange are more a sign of recognition, and they talk like they know each other.<br/>"But surely the lady would want to dance with a man, my dear?", the man exclaims.<br/>"You know nothing about some things, Castor", the woman replies confidently. "Some dances need a feminine touch!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Vaguely shaped phallic objects made of tree bark floated around her mind. Aevala  grimaced, thinking of all the terrible splinters and others things that would most likely come from such a device! But, it wasn’t like it was going to be made for the intent of pleasuring someone… Still, the torturous device seemed almost appropriate for the zealot. Killing him after such a noble act would be almost a gift compared to what Adija had in mind.<br/><br/>Aevala’s let the idea of the malign device slip from her thoughts as she watched the dancing begin, artistic and almost poetic in its motion, and certainly indicative of later nighttime activities. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but she dexterous enough to keep her feet moving in the right direction. She soon found that two very different hands were placed on her elbows. She looked up to the man and then to the woman. Aevala grinned as the two bantered with another, but she could not dispute the woman’s claim as some things really did need a feminine touch. “The lady has a point, kind sir. Some dances are better with a little feminine grace, but not all. Perhaps a different melody will be played, and I will be searching for you as partner!” she said with a wink, taking the woman’s hand for this dance.