<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92150.msg4046269#msg4046269">Quote from: Senti on 23-12-2010, 16:21:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> Felicity</strong><br/>Alan’s daughter had been briefly distracted by Paul, but only briefly, there was a fire in her eyes as her lips curled further, there was something feral and dangerous about the young woman. She might be small and somewhat skinny but there was an anger there that made her frightening. <br/><br/>A few of the children raced past the dusky fairest, they were filled with the joys of the place and all that the people here offered, for now spirits were high and so open.<br/><br/>She then felt a light hand on her shoulder, it was Cath, the tall and striking woman even danced a little while, as everything appeared for the most in place. “A word te the bloody wise luv.”  She whispered in the fairest’s ear. “Don’t poke at a fuckin’ beast with sticks, don’t aggravate ‘er. We don’t want trouble...” Of course the blooded was not threatening just matter of fact. <br/><br/>Felicity was aware of someone talking to the young Uratha though whether it would make a difference was another manner.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Brining Cath to the center of her dance floor attention for a moment, Felicity smiled over the cold chills the younger girl had sent through her just seconds ago.  "I see your right.  I did hope that a simple invitation in to share the spotlight might ease things between us."  She sighed, the pit of her stomach still cold while her ears quivered and fresh thrills shot through her blood.  No one could quite match the primal allure of the uratha on the dance floor.  What she achieved with passion and skill, few of them could match, but there wasn't a werewolf born who couldn't fill a girl's heart with wild, primordial passion by simple virtue of not hiding from herself on the dance floor.<br/><br/>The swarthy girl kissed the older werewolf invitingly on the cheek, then whispered the invitation, "Join us?"<br/><br/>Once again, she turned half-away from her partner, still dancing with her but opening the space of honor to her next invitee.  This time a shy young goth man nervoulsy bouncing about the dance floor.  Such courage called for encouragement.  The undulating fairest beckoned him to join her with lytle wrists..  When she had his attention fully, she slid her hands up the sides of her body, catching up her hair, and letting it slide down her back.  Still angled to include Cath, she beckoned the courageous ex wallflower closer.  If Cath was still in the dance, she'd slip an arm around the uratha's waist.  Her free hand became the only one hand beckoned him to join.