Bragi chuckled lightly, and finished his story with an amused: "He never did figure out where the swans came from." There was an appreciative laugh from the small crowd gathered around him, and Bragi beamed with pleasure. This was where he excelled, where he was happiest. It didn't matter how small the stage or how modest the audience, the ability to perform was what made his blood pump.
Well that, and his beautiful bride. But Idun had meandered off somewhere after he began his third story for the evening. She was a social butterfly, his darling girl, and he didn't begrudge her the chance to indulge in a setting as fun as this one would be for her. She knew that he wouldn't be lonely, not with an audience to play to. And he was certain she'd find him again when it was time for dancing.
He did, however, take a moment to glance around in an attempt to locate her. Which he did, but he also spotted someone else he thought he knew. Excusing himself from his audience, with a witty quip and a touch of his fingers to the tip of his mask, Bragi made is way over to the solitary female figure.
"Forgive me," he began smoothly, fairly certain he was speaking to his father's wife, "but it is heartbreaking to see a lovely lady standing at the sidelines when the rest of the party is obviously in deep need of her gracious attentions. Could I perhaps tempt you to dance?"