Event | Masquerade Ball

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Characters: All
Date: The Evening of October 30th
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion
Situation: Valdis and 'Rue' have put together an All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball.
Warnings/Rating: None

The day has finally arrived and the morning and afternoon are spent putting together what will be the scene of the Masquerade Ball at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Kedan can be seen coming and going, carrying in decorations and lights and later on, various foods and desserts. Valdis, and Rue can occasionally be glimpsed directing people and moving things around, but anyone not a part of the setup will be ushered on and discouraged from lingering.

As night falls, the Courtyard will be brightly lit and ready for guests...

Comments

[oceantier]

She's fine with that. It certainly gives her time to catch up. With a nod and an "okay," she takes position with him, hand moving up to his shoulder. Her poise is immediate, her body long and just slightly leaned back, inviting him to take position in turn.

[irishthor]

And his hand takes hers, hand moving around to her back, palm flattening just below her Gem.

Once he picks the best part of the current song, he moves into the first step, picking and guaging the tempo for the next moves.

[oceantier]

She breaks composure just a bit at the placement of his hand, shifting slightly -- so close to her gem is just a little personal, and something she's still a little wary of. Wriggling a bit, she shrugs his hand down just a little farther, then pulls back to alertness to step into the waltz with him, following his lead. Her skirts drift and twist around her bare ankles with the movement, and even with the first steps, she finds herself half-smiling . . . the feeling is familiar, and good.

[irishthor]

The wriggling and shrugging prompts a frown, hidden under his mask, but he allows his hand to be moved lower. "Sorry." He remarks, thinking that he was too close to something sensitive.

Closing his eyes to gain a sense of the music's rhythm, he then starts into the waltz fully, weaving around other participants. He's not an expert, per se, but he knows the moves enough to make it an enjoyable experience. For his bulk, he seems incredibly light on his feet, which probably aids the dance.

[oceantier]

He had been, but she doesn't hold a grudge for it, especially now with him accepting the new placement. She probably should have mentioned something aloud, but one, she's Lapis, and not exactly the most socially graceful, and two, it doesn't seem important to explain in the context of one dance. So he gets that half smile and a nod in response, and they're off, weaving through the other dancers. She follows his lead easily, practiced and absolutely light on her feet in turn.

At one point or another, she realizes his eyes are closed, which prompts a firming of her smile. ". . . Shouldn't you have your eyes open?"

[irishthor]

And his eyes open, glancing down. "I was finding my spot in the music." He explains. That, and, yeah. He's cheating a bit. He has his Sense active, using it to actively avoid people as they waltz around.

"You're really very good." He comments on her dancing. "Better than me."

[oceantier]

She had noted that he did seem to have very good sense of the space -- kind of miraculous, really. But the humans who have come here all seem to have abilities . . . maybe he has one of his own. She's curious, but doesn't ask immediately, test-closing her eyes instead. "Does it help?"

Added, "Thank you . . . Dancing, at home . . . we all learn it. From the beginning."

And she's had a couple thousand years at least to practice, but that's something else.

[irishthor]

"Some people say they can see music in their mind. The great composers, dancers and people like them." A smile, there. "Sadly, I'm not one of them. It does help concentrate a bit. I'm a little bit rusty on the dancing myself."

He ponders on the "from the beginning" part... Something from birth, maybe? It's possible. His partner definitely wasn't human.

"Well, it's been an honour to dance with someone of your skills."

[oceantier]

She keeps her eyes closed for a few moments more, testing out the principle, flowing into the music and the movement. It is nice in its own way . . . the loss of vision makes her focus just on the music and her feet as they contact the floor, somehow making both sensations richer.

"You're very sure on your feet," she offers back. "You can't be that rusty."

[irishthor]

"I'm used to uneven ground." He's not going to be as obvious to say a ship. There's a certain mystique about the anonymity of a masquerade he rather enjoys. Best to keep your partner guessing.

"One misstep and you get thrown to oblivion. I guess that and dancing coincide."

[oceantier]

Her eyebrows lift up sharply at that -- because oblivion is quite a word, and it invites all kinds of guesses that seem improbable.

". . . What are you standing on?"

Her first thought, admittedly, is space -- getting yanked into a black hole. But one doesn't really stand in space, either, and at least as far as she can tell, this man seems like a human.

[irishthor]

"Wood, usually. Pitching and rolling." He drops the hint as he glances around to make sure their path is clear.

[oceantier]

Wood? But wood isn't steady against anything; you only rely on it on land, when it's nailed together and sturdy on the earth--

"Water?" she guesses. But. A small frown. "But . . . water isn't oblivion."

[irishthor]

"Depends on how much of it there is." He points out.

[oceantier]

Well . . . she supposed. It was hard to imagine water being oblivion. Or a threat. It had always been sanctuary. Respite.

But she also understood the damage it could invoke. Wasn't this the fear of everyone on the turtle at this moment, with the shell dipping below the surface?

She nods and wonders privately at that if he's afraid. But it doesn't seem like a good question to ask aloud.

"How long are you on the water?"