seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
A soft smile - something deeply tender - pulled at the corners of Aspel’s lips. “But of course.” Their stance set, the music at a simple tempo, the beat steady, it seemed the perfect point to begin. With a bend of knee, and a downfall of the beat, Aspel pressed forward, leading off appropriately with an smooth turn which brought them into the circle of dance. The height discrepancy between the two was almost a hilarious thing, yet, the striking cut of features would leave anyone hard pressed to deny the resemblance between the two. Though, dancing was not meant to be a quiet event…. “How do you fare this eve?” -- The smile made Seloria’s heart skip a beat. Aspel was pleased and she had no idea just how much she needed her to be. She had no idea how much she needed to see that soft, warm, accepting smile, even after all that she’d done. She’d been kind in words and spoke to her as if they were, indeed, still siblings, but it was different than being in her arms as she was now. The music started and their bodies moved perfectly. Neither missed a step and glided smoothly across the floor. She was starting to calm. Her heart eased into a steady rhythm fueled by the constant movement. She followed her leader quite naturally. Seloria’s mind had floated away with the rest of her when the question was posed. She blinked with surprise. “Oh,” she said softly. “I am well and have been very entertained,” she said conversationally, with a smile that almost became a smirk, but slipped into something a little more sheepish. -- “Have you?” The question was easy, even if Aspel felt like her heart would beat like a tribal drum right out of her chest if it was allowed. A slight bit of amusement would settle itself across the smith’s face regardless of herself. “There are a great number of things of which one could amuse themselves with here, yes.” A shift of feet would allow for a turn, a step to the side to assure a little more…. Excitable set of dancer partners was allowed to spring, and leap by regardless of the waltz’s music that was so painfully apparent. Just how some people ignored the circle of dance, Aspel would never quite understand. “May I inquire as to what has taken to your amusement this eve?” -- “Yes,” Seloria agreed. She felt the shift and her body moved accordingly as if nothing had changed. She too noticed the off dancers, but as long as they were having fun… She just hoped they didn’t run into anyone and ruin their night. The question drew her attention back to her sister and she let out a soft laugh, which surprised her. She had been so nervous about the dancing, but could still manage to laugh? Perhaps it was the familiarity of the woman. Despite the faint smell of the smith upon her, there was a scent that was distinctly Aspel. It calmed her in a way she didn’t know she could be calmed. “My escort for the night,” she confessed. “Lord Vannes.” There was a beat before she added, “Redwald,” to clarify. “His mother made an arrangement. I believe she intends us to…” she allowed the sentence to die off. It should be clear what she intended. -- Eyebrows rose, listening to the answers as they trickled out slowly, piece by piece, and Aspel attempted to lump them all into a clean, nice, little pile. That was - at least - until Seloria started in on an arrangement that appeared to be in the works. “Ah.” Was all she could sum up initially, mind ticking away at the possibilities, the what if’s of the situation that could possibly lay before them, and… “Your thoughts of him?” Redwald had never been one Aspel had paid significant attention too, but she’d heard stories, knew faintly some of his acquaintances and… Well, from what she knew, he seemed an unlikely candidate for a husband, as much as Seloria still had a world to explore, and huge life ahead of her… Though, maybe that was not what her sister wished? Only time would tell. |