There was music playing, a new band of musicians had wandered into Arlathan for the festivities. Eularia slipped out of their rented home first, barefoot and laughing as she danced down the stairs. She paused at the bottom, turned to wait. They'd argued early in the morning, he wanted to glamour her, she didn't want that. He just wanted to protect her, she (like always) knew she didn't need that. They compromised, though. She allowed him to hide her condition for a few more days; until they returned to Antiva from their trip. Acceptable, she agreed. They'd announce it to the court a few weeks after their return, when she could no longer hide it.
And she was all smile as she waited at the bottom of the stairs, though she was not there for long. The music and the airs of this place were calling to her; she wanted to spend all of her time dancing. A hobby she did not exercise enough previously; bar special outings. She'd once danced to earn her living, until dance fell to the wayside of her responsibilities. But being able to dance so often over the course of this festival was freeing. She almost wanted to stay in Arlathan and never leave. Not that that was possible.
Eularia weaved through people, until she came to an empty space of earth, toes curling into the soft moss. Her favorite way to dance was alone; it reminded her of her days earning her keep in tavern after tavern. Which is why she did not wait for her lover to join her. He'd join her, or most likely, he'd watch. She wasn't certain he could see where she was, with the people gathering to hear the music. It wasn't her first concern, though, as she listened to the beat the musicians were tending.
Tapping to the beat with one foot, she glanced over her shoulder, swaying in place. She was a loose dancer, with a heavy preference for Antivan folk dance. She knew some dance styles native to the Marches, too, but she almost always fell back to her roots. From tapping her foot to twirling in place, she settled into the early steps of an easy-going, fluid dance. And as she let herself get lost in the music and dance, she grinned towards Magnus.
And she was all smile as she waited at the bottom of the stairs, though she was not there for long. The music and the airs of this place were calling to her; she wanted to spend all of her time dancing. A hobby she did not exercise enough previously; bar special outings. She'd once danced to earn her living, until dance fell to the wayside of her responsibilities. But being able to dance so often over the course of this festival was freeing. She almost wanted to stay in Arlathan and never leave. Not that that was possible.
Eularia weaved through people, until she came to an empty space of earth, toes curling into the soft moss. Her favorite way to dance was alone; it reminded her of her days earning her keep in tavern after tavern. Which is why she did not wait for her lover to join her. He'd join her, or most likely, he'd watch. She wasn't certain he could see where she was, with the people gathering to hear the music. It wasn't her first concern, though, as she listened to the beat the musicians were tending.
Tapping to the beat with one foot, she glanced over her shoulder, swaying in place. She was a loose dancer, with a heavy preference for Antivan folk dance. She knew some dance styles native to the Marches, too, but she almost always fell back to her roots. From tapping her foot to twirling in place, she settled into the early steps of an easy-going, fluid dance. And as she let herself get lost in the music and dance, she grinned towards Magnus.
Are you just going to watch? Tell me if I misstep, then.Her telepathic comment was not accusatory, but rather, amused. She believed he was not as certain of his ability to dance on a whim, as she was. She just didn't care if she made a fool of herself, it was all about having fun. Though there was a certainty that she moved her body with, that made every movement seem deliberate, even if it wasn't.
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