seloria cassul ; dancer (mesmerist) wrote in emillion, |
“I think so,” the younger of the two said without fully understanding her sister’s thoughts. Friendship made just about anything easier, really. While Seloria did plan on keeping herself in touch and around Red, she doubted they’d end up at the altar with wedding vows, no matter how much his mother attempted to make it so. She just hoped the woman wasn’t crazy enough to have sent correspondence to her mother. She’d most likely get a chastising letter from home if that were the case. “And I am certain I will get to him in due time. No rush needed,” she said with a soft smile. The press upon her hand directed her in the way which she was to go. “I am content enough that Rictor succeeded in his quest and that you are recovered.” --- “As you wish.” A brief nod of her head would be offered at Seloria’s returned commentary regarding Drake. It wasn’t as if it would be hard to arrange, but if the younger Cassul did not hold interest in meeting the monk quite yet, it was not Aspel’s place, or desire to push… Regardless, of how desperately she wished to include Seloria in her life. Pushing, even as desperately as she wanted to, was not the way to mend bridges so desperately broken from time. However, the new commentary, the vocalization of pleasure gained from Aspel being back on her feet, and alive caused a definite scattering internally, which the smith attempted not to let show across her face. “Ah, yes.” A soft smile was offered. “His bravery, along with the others who partook in the mission, has served Emillion well. We should be proud of them all.” Really, what else was there she could say? --- Seloria opened her mouth to continue the conversation, but the song had come to an end. Some dancers made their way off the floor. Others made their way to the floor as the band began to play the first strings of the next dance. She wasn’t opposed to going another round if Aspel wanted to, but she believed her sister was a busy woman. “Thank you,” she said with a genuine smile. A wave of nostalgia hit her and she found herself fighting the urge to demand Aspel dance with her again. It was something she’d done when they were both much younger than they were now. But there was a time and a place. Here amongst the crowd was not the place to relive childhood fancies, especially when she found her arm touched by another. She turned to look at them and see the offered hand. No, this was not the place to demand another round. Turning back to Aspel, she offered her a warm smile and a farewell nod, before sliding her hand into her new partner’s hand and giving him a curtsy. A moment later, she was swept back onto the floor. |