[ Spin ] - The sender lifts the receiver into the air, spinning them around. Don’t get dizzy!
[ Archanea ] - An old minuet originating from the Kingdom of Archanea, a true classic that has stood the test of time. Due to its difficulty, successfully executing the dance is an achievement in and of itself.
He ambushes her with the swiftness of night and behind billowing mantle, and creeping upon her in the circle of twirls and pirouettes claims her hand for his own and hassles her against him, and it is all he may resolve to hold fast to his humor seeking to spill.
He moves before protest can challenge him, and in their land's dance he leads her - that one he instructed to her, whereupon she trampled his toes and bumped his chest, but age had guided her more nimble now, and there is martial grace where once there was bumping limbs.
"Do you remember," He begins when the cello sings, and at its pinnacle he lifts her, twirling her as once he would in springtime fields during the festive season. "When I taught you this dance?"
He bids her return to the ground, and yielding pearls from his coat-pocket presents them to her.
"Loathe me for an eternity afterward," He grumbles. "But for the evening I am your brother. You have ... Maria to thank."
Minerva was usually accustomed to sudden and unexpected attacks –war had obliged her to be cautious in every single situation, even during the common events. But that time was different: she was enjoying a ball, she was drinking and she miraculously happened to lower her guard, letting others approach her without any particular difficulties. That, until an unfamiliar yet homely feeling struck her guts from the inside to the outside, leaving her with a twisted smile, tending to a disappointing expression –him.
She felt his touch on her body, unusual; his hand grasping for hers, guiding her into the dance hall with a steady pace and actually following a rhythm that immediately came up in Minerva’s mind as something very unique and very well-known –it felt like h o m e.
The dance continue and she didn’t even matter the question that she was twirling in the air, with a bewildered expression and a trembling body that almost collapsed against him: she remembered everything about that particular dance, she remembered everything about those particular moments, she remembered everything about the endless times the two of them spent the afternoon together, with Minerva being completely hopeless in learning such difficult execution.
“…How can I forget about it?” she responded with a dim voice and her feet touched the ground once again, as she listened to Michalis being a real brother once again, after so many years of avoidance and ignorance. Her lips turned into a sad grimace, eyebrows frowned as she wasn’t expecting such delightful admission from a fleeting presence like him. She remained silent for several moments.
“Maria always knows how to deal with us” she loosened the tension on her lips, sketching a very brief smile upon her face, not really knowing if it was wise to lower her guard in front of him, once again. “But know that: I’ll always be your sister, no matter what” she paused, “And you’ll always be my family, like Maria” and she lowered her gaze, staring at the brooch identical to the one she was wearing on her dress –maybe it was a sign, maybe it was a coincidence, but brotherhood could not be extinguished so easily.
