“Wait… You dance?” She asked, looking at him. He didn’t really seem very happy. It almost seemed as if his smile wasn’t really genuine, but she thought that maybe it was because the smile didn’t really reach his eyes. Did any emotion other than pain ever touch those crystalline blue eyes? She hoped that the subject of dancing would maybe take the subject away from her eavesdropping and away from his having quoted poetry at someone’s window… someone who hadn’t show his or her face despite the glow of a light washing over the grass beneath it. It wreathed his head like a halo only making him physically more attractive, but she pushed that idle thought from her mind.
“I take it you must have danced with the dryads that spied on you in the past? I hope it wasn’t the recent past, or there’s really no hope for my kind ever getting ourselves a good name.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she hoped it betrayed the fact that she was still tense around this stranger, the fact that she was still pressed tightly against the bark of the tree, ready to flee should he lunge at her.