Jayati + Daniel Midnightish Jayati, much to her own surprise, found herself on the dancefloor halfway through the night. It had been a surprisingly good night, she had only had to intervene once and throw someone out - a gifted human who hadn't realized that just because someone was in a flowy dress didn't mean they were fragile - but for the most part the night had been fun. It was the first time she had worn a dress in, what, maybe a century?
The looks she got from the people who were able to recognize her beyond her mask were worth the cold breeze bringing out the occasional goosebumps on her exposed arms and chest and the sometimes awkwardness of being in fancier boots than normal. What? She couldn't forgo ass-kicking boots completely, but these were a bit nicer and higher heels than usual.
The swing music was lovely and worked well with her dress, one of her surprisingly graceful lts twirling around to watch it flair up around her hips with a flushed face while she remained unphased. Dragons may have been known for traditions, but not modesty. The song hit a crescendo and seemed to be evolving into something slower and he spun her one more time, into the crowd and she was laughing, vision distorted by her free-flowing hair, ruby red lips still pulled into a grin. Just as she was slowing down naturally and trying to get her sight and balance back she felt new but gentle hands on her hips as her own landed on broad shoulders, "Oh!"