She wished again that she had refrained from asking him about his gift, but this time it wasn’t for selfish reasons. This time it was because he seemed uncomfortable talking about it. She had been trying to make him feel more comfortable, but every now and again his face would change, and she knew she’d momentarily failed. Now, the dryad knew better than to ask him deeply personal things. There was a chance that he was just as resistant to giving others’ that information as she was.
The dryad was glad when he changed the subject. One couldn’t go wrong with dancing. It was uplifting and fun and relaxing. “I’m sure we’ll have some competitions at some point, but I don’t think we do any in the summer. Just during the regular times for school. I wouldn’t mind someone coming to see, though. They’re public events. Maybe I’ll have to watch one of your tennis matches – or football or soccer - someday, too.”
Jia paused a moment before asking, “Which house are you in?”