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13.Jul.12, 08:21 AM
Valerian supposed he could admire her enthusiasm and determination if nothing else. She wanted to dance with him, got him to agree, and now nearly dragged him to the floor to make sure it happened. He supposed the lesson of the night was ‘don’t get in the way of a woman who knows what she wants.’ So long as she could dance, it wasn’t like dancing with Lymselia would be torture. If he got a chance to find out. When Lymselia came to a stop, Valerian had no choice but to do the same and gave her a small crooked smile before replying with, “probably.” Did he have anything better to do that night? Who could say? It was a party and other than planning to have fun, Valerian couldn’t predict what would happen or what else would come along and be counted as better than the current activity.
“One dance because I don’t know how good you are, or they are,” Valerian added with a jerk of his thumb to the Harpers currently performing. He didn’t doubt they would be entertaining but would they play great dance tunes or sing them in their entirety without a drunken mix up or ending abruptly for a drink? That was the real question of the night; for now, at least. Valerian suspected the night would be full of questions and scandals and he couldn’t wait.
He ignored her thanks in favour of moving them into position to pick up a dance at the next appropriate beat. Swaying, shimmying, and twirling Lymselia in one spot took up much of the dance but during a crescendo, Valerian grabbed her hand, his smile showing a bit more as he lost himself further in the song and the fun, and spun her away from him with the intent on pulling her back in seconds later.
“One dance because I don’t know how good you are, or they are,” Valerian added with a jerk of his thumb to the Harpers currently performing. He didn’t doubt they would be entertaining but would they play great dance tunes or sing them in their entirety without a drunken mix up or ending abruptly for a drink? That was the real question of the night; for now, at least. Valerian suspected the night would be full of questions and scandals and he couldn’t wait.
He ignored her thanks in favour of moving them into position to pick up a dance at the next appropriate beat. Swaying, shimmying, and twirling Lymselia in one spot took up much of the dance but during a crescendo, Valerian grabbed her hand, his smile showing a bit more as he lost himself further in the song and the fun, and spun her away from him with the intent on pulling her back in seconds later.
