Quadrille
@rigelsprince | continued from here
He looked smug as he offered his hand. Mitama sucked her teeth impatiently, but took his hand and followed his lead onto the dance floor nevertheless. She would not simply stand by and allow him to lord himself above others so easily, not while he still he believed in his self-painted untruths.
She had enjoyed the idea of the invitation at first. She was certain there was its own kind of beauty in the magnitutde and splendor of such an event. When she heard she was invited with the intention of her being some minor focus, she had wanted to abandon the idea entirely.
But then someone brought her the dress and while Nohrian style was not preferred, she had found it difficult to turn down such earnest sentiments.
“Lessons were instigated once my invitation made itself aware.” She replied. He did’t need to know the magnitude of such an endeavor. “There was no need to bring myself unneeded attention.”
She followed him along silently a few paces, enjoying the music far more than anything. Dancing involved so much contact. “You certainly seem to be enjoying the attention.” She mused, voice lowered so they were not to be overhead. There was a tease to her grin as they twirled. “So close to Lady Azura. And you seemed so blown away by the presence of the Queen of Jehanna.”
