Carly takes his hand with a happy infectious smile, her wings fluttering ever so slightly as she walks towards the ballroom.  Her playful nature had been evident all evening, though as she nears the dance floor, her steps become more graceful, her body more fluid and poised.  The hold of her head, elegant.<br/><br/>The dance.  She truly loved the dance. The feel of the music, the press of another body next to hers as the music guided them, directed the path that should be followed, channeled their energies.  It was the dance.<br/><br/>(continued in ballroom)