<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oJankiM.jpg)</div>Tehr bowed his head slightly and took Rosalyn's hand in both of his.  He brought it to his lips without his eyes ever leaving hers and suggested softly,<strong> "Go then my lady.  Take your time, freshen up, bathe, reflect on this evening.  Then should you still desire a dance, join me in the solarium.  We shall have a dance together for no one's eyes but our own.  No light but the moonlight through solarium glass, and no one to judge us.  One last waltz to end the formal ballroom dancing for the night.  Then where things go from there is up to you."</strong><br/><br/>He kissed her knuckles again and then, with only a little hesitation, let go of her hand to allow her to ascend the grand staircase to the second floor where her bedroom and the bathroom was.  He watched her till she was out of sight then he had to move rapidly, for he knew not how long she would be preparing herself and didn't want to make her wait for one second.  First he hurried to his library and drew out one of his two spellbooks, the more common one of the two, unlike his master book which stayed in his workshop.  Pouring over it he found the spell he wanted, an illusion somewhat simple but good enough.  Unfortunately illusions were not his forte, but this would suffice.  Then taking the time to prepare it in place of a normally held summon spell, he quickly cast prestidigitation upon his body, cleaning himself magically so that he could be fresh as well.  The spell was never as nice as an actual bath, but again, it would do for now.  Then shucking the formal dress robes he had worn to the ball, he strapped his magical bracers to his arm and enacted the magic upon them to clad his form in a shimmering illusionary robe.  A simple black robe, elegant yet somewhat basic, trimmed with gold on the edges just to give it a hint of formal wear.  It felt odd sometimes to wear nothing but undergarments but have the illlusion of a robe about the body, but he wanted to be ready before Rosalyn came down to the Solarium.  So once those preparations were made he crossed the hall to the stone room with huge glass windows.<br/><br/>Taking in a deep breath of the vibrant air inside this room he smelled the earthen loam of the dirt the plants were potted in and the vibrant life of those plants.  He moved to the center and made sure that there was enough free space for he and Rosalyn to share a dance, then enacted his illusion.  Auditory illusions were complicated for those not trained in the arts, and so Tehr decided to keep it simple.  Instead of trying to recreate the sound of a four piece band, he focused on imagining the sound of a single flute being played.  Something slow and soft, something that he could dance with the elf maiden to.  Hearing the sound he decided it was a little too simple and added in the strains of a piano as well in the background, less obvious but as a counterpoint to the flute.  it wasn't too taxing for him to concentrate on it, though he couldn't guess what the music was, some forgotten tune that he'd heard, maybe even tonight.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, good, the stage was set, now he waited to see if Rosalyn would join him for a more private dance here among the plants in the solarium.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">inspirational music.<br/>https://youtu.be/m0Q-0ztr-Xw?list=PLF76EF4499084FF20</div></div>