seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
Seloria had allowed Conan to wander off and converse with his friend. She was hardly going to hold his hand all night, unless it was what he wanted. They’d danced once or twice already and he’d only stepped on her foot once. The joy she took in spending time with him actually surprised her a little, but for now, it was time to move on to others. She would collect him before the night was through and deliver him home, safely, to his mother. There were several people she had yet to greet at the party, including the duke himself, but as she wandered toward a group of very familiar people she’d seen around the bard’s guild someone caught her eye. She was young, to be sure, but there was something about her beauty that made Seloria pause. It was easy to change her course, graceful as if it was where she had meant to go all along. She closed the distance between herself and the young woman. “Excuse me,” she said softy, just over the music and the din of the crowd, loud enough to be heard. “May I have this dance?” She extended a hand for Juliette to take, if she so wished. ---------- Of the many partners she had already accompanied this evening, Juliette had to admit she was most surprised by the offer she received as she stood just at the edge of the dance floor, idly watching the brightly dressed guests spinning through some strange, common dance she had never encountered before. She attempted not to gape as she studied the young woman who had addressed her -- a few years her elder, at most, and with the dainty and diminutive stature that labeled her very surely not a warrior of any kind despite the grace of her posture and bearing. Juliette was very certain she had never seen her before in her life. “I,” she said, and stopped. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for women to dance together, of course. It wasn’t even considered particularly shocking when others did it, but the Demiels preferred she dance with potential suitors, and thus she had never found herself in such a situation previously. “That is.” Oh, Faram, this was awkward. But the hand was extended palm up, as a leader would do, and surely if she was not expected to lead it would be all right. One way or another. “Certainly.” She placed her hand in the other girl’s, hoped she would not make an utter fool of herself. But there was no polite way that she had been taught to refuse an invitation when it was clear she was not otherwise engaged. Better to make a fool of herself than to be rude. ---------- The reaction caused a smile to tug at the corner of Seloria's lips. This one was younger than her usual, but it wouldn't hurt to dance with her. She sounded soft and polite, much like a proper young woman should. It was simply a delight to behold. Feeling the girl's hand slip into her equally small one, she wrapped her fingers around it and guided it to her lips to brush a kiss against her knuckles. "You honor me," she said before leading her out to the dance floor. Finding a spot that was empty, she quickly gave a curtsy, as was customary, before placing her hand on the other girl's waist. She stayed the proper distance away, but started to move along with the music. She did so easily, gliding across the dance floor, taking the lead. "My name is Lady Seloria Cassul, by the way. If you were curious," she teased with ease. |