Seizing the Moment... Finally

Nairn began grumbling, in-between count as he saw Ruth weaving towards them. Stomp on his toes for me? He whispered, before one of Megara's hands were plucked from his own. The two women were twirled, and Nairn rolled his eyes, allowing the switch. Drama queen. I'll happily dance with the esteemed blacksmith.

He stuck his tongue out at his friend. You keep your speech to yourself. I don't wanna hear it, he called, as he led Dora across the dance floor, where there were fewer people. Seeing the bride swept out of her groom's hands had caused the dance floor to fill up with dancers.

He still being dumb? He inquired, as he led their waltz. He was at ease enough, that he didn't keep his gaze locked on his wife.

@Megara Fern
@Theodora Oridotti