A CHANCE FOR A DANCE. (Rinea & Python)
@abluehairedwanderer The buzzing about the ball spread like wildfire around the whole monastery, everyone who had heard about it was loaded with excitement, though, who wouldn't be? It was a day where you could spend the whole night dancing and swaying away. The ball of Garreg Mach was indeed still weeks away, but that doesn't stop others from preparing for the forthcoming event, whether it is for their appearance or even what they'll wear. It wasn't the only priority for others, though, there was the worry of knowing how to dance. While some had prior experiences of dancing and promenades from their own homes, others were less fortunate. Especially for those who had their first time stepping onto a ballroom floor that very night. It's no surprise to anyone that during the late hours of the night, Rinea has been helping others get a grip on the arts of dance. The truth is, Rinea's the most communicative while she's moving. Whether it be gardening during the morning in the greenhouse, hands covered in dirt while there is mud stuck in her fingertips, or even while she's reading in the library, relaxed as she skims through a tale, she's rather silent during her activities. But dancing has always been a different story. When her legs can freely move to an unknown beat, or when she can twirl and twirl until she gets dizzy enough, she finds herself almost grinning, and giggling throughout these times; these times of calmness, especially when the rest of the monastery is sound asleep, and it's just her and nature's beauty. At the sight of her guest, the female did a slight bow, smiling at him once she was ready to speak. "I'm very grateful for you to ask me to teach you. We can start with the basics, no need to rush into it. It’s a simple dance. Just do what I do. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it after a moment, so don’t feel as if you’ll mess up the moment you start.”
