The festivities drew on, the songs changing with his hand steering the direction alongside the dwarf. Nothing could ruin a melody than the inability to keep time and Frank was in no humour to be thrown off his newly discovered adrenaline rush. Up until he caught the sight of her dancing. Bare feet at first flashed in amongst the grass, dirt and leather, the flash of skin drawing his eyes back while fingers continued on without needing his full attention. While his condition forever forced him to accept there would be things unknown to him, the body of the instrument in his hands was one he could covet blindly, fingers naturally continuing their delicate ministrations.
For a time, he didn’t approach, merely captivated by this free spirit dancing along under his direction, though not entirely. A smirk hitched his lips to one side, mischief and the terrible habit of never letting such a beauty go without compliment taking hold. Meandering towards her was the best course of action, yet Frank felt the stage was not quite set. The music was wrong, for starters. Dark eyes cast to his instrument, his livelihood, deftly weaving the melody into transition, changing from the Marsher tone into something more eclectic, the smooth notes shifting to pluck, and then return to drawing the flirtatious melody.
He didn’t directly approach her once the musicians followed his lead, weaving his wavy around the crowd, encouraging couples or shyer onlookers to dance. Only when drawing such a pair in who neared her space did the man offer her any clear attention, head dipping as his occupied hands played on. [color=#c14700]“You dance well, better than any I’ve seen, my Lady.”[/color] His head tilted to one side, the mask across his face shifting elaborately that the surrounding feathers trembled once settled.
His steps soon came into line with her own and while Frank had currently no hand to offer her, he moved around and in step with her it was uncanny. The grin under the mask broadened at this curious development. Recent months of wandering had only shown him that a great majority of the common folk had two left feet, or stomped when they should glide. [color=#c14700]“How did Arlathan find such a creature eh? Barefoot too, so confident to outmanoeuvre, now aren’t you an intriguing butterfly.”[/color]
For a time, he didn’t approach, merely captivated by this free spirit dancing along under his direction, though not entirely. A smirk hitched his lips to one side, mischief and the terrible habit of never letting such a beauty go without compliment taking hold. Meandering towards her was the best course of action, yet Frank felt the stage was not quite set. The music was wrong, for starters. Dark eyes cast to his instrument, his livelihood, deftly weaving the melody into transition, changing from the Marsher tone into something more eclectic, the smooth notes shifting to pluck, and then return to drawing the flirtatious melody.
He didn’t directly approach her once the musicians followed his lead, weaving his wavy around the crowd, encouraging couples or shyer onlookers to dance. Only when drawing such a pair in who neared her space did the man offer her any clear attention, head dipping as his occupied hands played on. [color=#c14700]“You dance well, better than any I’ve seen, my Lady.”[/color] His head tilted to one side, the mask across his face shifting elaborately that the surrounding feathers trembled once settled.
His steps soon came into line with her own and while Frank had currently no hand to offer her, he moved around and in step with her it was uncanny. The grin under the mask broadened at this curious development. Recent months of wandering had only shown him that a great majority of the common folk had two left feet, or stomped when they should glide. [color=#c14700]“How did Arlathan find such a creature eh? Barefoot too, so confident to outmanoeuvre, now aren’t you an intriguing butterfly.”[/color]
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