Tuck, Blair, Portia & etc. (?)
Tucker slowed his tempo a hair and and decreased the amount of ornamentation he was using when Blair actually began singing, bringing his own music down closer to a level of "accompaniment" rather than "main event." A happy little thrill notched its way up his spine as he looked up from the keys, watching her face in the candlelight.
The red really was rather striking. He'd have to tell Blair that, when they had a moment alone. She'd conducted herself quite well, he thought. And the candles, he supposed, were rather lovely. Perhaps the Feast of Light was altogether terrible.