The two were initially planning on heading to town to run a few errands. ‘Were’ being the key word. Seeing as, once they made their way on deck, they observed the spectacle that was a massive snowball fight. Every single brother on deck must have been participating, fridged powder being flung in every direction. No one was safe.
Serena turned just in time to witness Ace take a snowball to the back of the head. It did result in a chuckle out of her but, by the time she looked back to Izo, the only thing that seemed to move were his eyes as he scanned the situation, the rest was stock-still and calm. She even took a moment to watch his chest. Was he even breathing?
“Perhaps our trip could wait until this is sorted out?” His comment broke her concentration, eyes catching his as she looked up. Serena nodded in agreement before moving to head back below deck. There was no way that she was going to get him off the ship given the circumstances and more so there was very little chance of actually stopping the free-for-all; with just a few days before Christmas there was very little to be done besides play.
As the two figures made there way through the lower halls a voice called out…for Serena? That was unusual considering the company she was with. The witch turned her head to find Curiel peeking around a doorframe they had past a moment ago. “Ah! Serena, just who I would like to see! The men and I are still practicing for the big Christmas Party and some of them are just not feeling it, you know? So…uh…could you come and erm do the thing?” She blinked at the request, flashing a sheepish smile towards Izo for it more or less tipped her hand at how often she snuck away to come listen to the band play. “Oh, sure thing! I’ll be right there.” The witch responded, making a light bow towards Izo before dismissing herself where the 10th commander just disappeared moments ago.
Entering the room, she took in the space; decorated to the nines for the holiday season. She eyed the band across the room, Curiel just then situating himself with his instrument again before giving the young woman a ‘thumbs up’. She returned the gesture and the music began, the instrumentals to “Let it Snow”. A smile immediately lit up Serena’s face, as naturally her feet began to slide to the beat.
The slightest movement caught her attention as she found Izo situated in the doorway, curiosity must have motivated him to stay. She did her best to shake off the blush rising to her cheeks and instead focus on other thoughts. Such warming up with her crew after a day in the snow or singing carols with her sisters of the coven; things that she cherished most about the holiday season. As she stoked those feeling of appreciation and nostalgia, she let down that shield that kept those to herself letting it expand across the room. As it did the music took on new life, slowly but surely, as it created a sense of unity between the musicians.
The witch found herself singing along, mostly to herself, having the slightest bounce to her dance that trademarked the basic foxtrot. That was until she felt a presence behind her. Turning she was surprised to find Izo behind her, hand extended and the smallest smile gracing his features. So much so that she almost forgot the next line to the song. Almost.
“And since we have no place to go, let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow~” she sang, a little quieter now, reaching out to give her hand. There was a small amount of doubt that this is what he wanted but, the moment she was fastened into the warmth of his hand, he gently closed the space between them. His other hand rested on her upper back as was the traditional stance before leading her off. Gracefully he lead her around the room, twirling and turning to the music while Serena didn’t know whether to feel impressed or surprised. Given, it was common knowledge that the 16th commander could dance but she had yet to actually witness it let alone be a partner. However, between the gentle brushing of their torsos and the reassuring lead, Serena dismissed the question for later. Instead wanting to fully enjoy the experience.
On the other side of the room, those musicians that could were poking and prodding down the line until the last brother got the message. With a smug grin he broke away from the group just long enough to turn down the lights. This left the two to dance away amongst the garland and candle lights.
