Re: The Schoolboy/The Witch
Some people liked to say that they knew what was best for everyone, the decision already made, no input from the everyone needed. That wasn't her -- she knew what she wanted, yes, and she didn't need anyone else to lead her there. Such was the way of obedience, and that was something she was better without.
Stepping back, she waited patiently for him to render himself as barefooted as she was. This probably never at one of his parties where they danced the waltz, bodies forever held an arms length apart. "Stuffy dances," she interjected. "Is it true you practice with a pillow between you and another person to make sure you never get too close?" That seemed ridiculous to her and it was evident in her tone.
"And I'll lead us through the arms, they're easier, and it's mostly us hanging onto one another," she said with a little laugh. "It's easier to imagine us both being quite drunk for this one. Other dances are more complicated, but this one is a good start. And if you come to the inn, it'll keep you from being laughed at as a school boy," she added, a little warmly. They'd know he was for other reasons, but maybe they could avert the worst of it.
She studied him for a moment. "Is this how you want to learn? It might be easier if you were standing beside me, but as long as you don't kick me, I can teach you like this too." If this was how he wanted, she bounced onto her toes again to loosen up her calves.