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( @nobletoatea )
Ah, that answered her question. There's a rock in her movement as she scoots herself very gently, the sound of soft purring heard for a moment from the feline. "I'm not used to dancing out in public; this must've been late at night... Ah, forgive me. I usually dance during the late hours of the night, did I disturb you or such?”
There was a light in her eyes at the specifying of the forthcoming ball. Though she hasn't heard much about it, there's been mentions here and there during discussions. The most information she has on it comes from a book, which referenced the history of the monastery, but that was it. Who was she to turn down an invitation to dance? “I would quite enjoy that. I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Though, to be quite honest, I don’t have too much knowledge of the event, would you mind explaining to me?”













