<br/>Rhinda new the simpler waltzes of high society as well as she knew the lively reels of common folk, growing up as she did in an inn that served both the lower nobility and the bougouusie.<br/><br/>The stance she began in invited the paladin to join her in one of the easiest that would match the available music.  Her lavender eyes met his in polite delight as she took his hand and rested another tiny hand on his waist.  The steps called for his oposite hand on her waist, and she seemed to move through the steps he lead her through while in fact ensuring that he looked like an acomplished dancer.<br/><br/><em>She wouldn't have done it so well with a more dificult waltz, but she enjoyed the doing.</em><br/><br/>At the end of the dance, Rhinda stepped back again, and curtisied, cheeks pleasently flushed.  "Thank you, sir Kordoth."<br/><br/>Moving to the table she nibbled a few more delicacies, pausing to curtsy to Du'aud Lah'ren and introduce herself."<br/><br/>Then they were called before the king.  She rapidly daubed her lips with a napkin, checked the ireverant fall of her bangs and the way her outfit barely contained her bossom just so, and glided lightly in to the throne room.<br/><br/>A proud woman from a proud people, she met the eyes of king and elven queen alike, her lavender orbs dancing with admiration.  She glided to what seemed a proper distance and spread her skirts to take a knee before her sovriegn.<br/><br/>