@moriddyn sent: [ ADRESTIA ] - A court dance that has spread like wildfire through Fódlan ballrooms. This waltz is best known for a special move that calls for the partners to join hands, together forming the shape of a bird in flight.
"It's been some time since you last taught me this dance." Elffin hums, bringing to mind their first meeting. He grants a smile- soft, as he steps backward, a picture perfect bow.
Offering her a hand, "I hope your partner would not begrudge me a single dance."
two years to the day, to be exact, but what's the point in counting when it feels like they've known each other across lifetimes? their story is that of a secret garden, a haven for those once made to feel like outsiders. both uncertain in their footing, stumbling down stony paths — only to find themselves steadied in the other's light, like sunflowers stretching to greet the sun. how far they've come, and how far they still have to go.
"begrudge, no. turn it into a competition? more likely."
a teasing smile follows as dorothea curtsies and slides her hand into his, taking note of how familiar this had become. a tradition forged between two wandering souls, tended to like the most sacred of flames.
"you don't give yourself enough credit, elffie. you're awfully popular around here. i can't think of a single person who'd feel anything other than fondness for you."
