while improvising is a skill that most know her to be fit for, ophelia does not move freely to the steps of this dance. it is one that she knows— taught beneath the trees in her deeprealm by soleil, too eager to be able to pass into her deeprealm's veil, and odin, almost hesitant at the thought of teaching her a dance connected to the strings of their past. but it is a dance that seems natural to her, no matter that she moves to the beat alongside a partner who may not know the gestures as easily as she does.
but ophelia comments on each mistake as they go along, a smile worn on her face as she holds mitama close to her. the dance is easy to learn as the rhythm becomes familiar; it hadn't taken her long to learn as a child, so surely, mitama will get it in a few minutes. maybe even less!
" your technique shines light on improvement, " ophelia says as the pace of the steps quicken and the two ladies turn in a swing, " pride swells within the chosen's chest! you are quite the learner, aren't you now? "
another turn, her fingers interlock with mitama's and her smile brightens. ( as if it was possible for her expression to become any happier. such a constant glow of joy on her face. ) but on the next step, as the dance is pushed into a different pace, ophelia leans forward and presses a quick kiss to mitama's lips before she pulls away completely.
" now it's the maiden's turn! " she exclaims, stepping back to put a bit of distance between them, arms held out to beckon mitama over to her. " tis' time for you to lead this dance of golden history. the kiss was a vow for good luck, my best wishes that we do not tumble. "
The dance that Ophelia pulls her into is one that Mitama cannot claim familiarity with. The steps strike her as too light to be Nohrian. And she knows with great certainty that the movement is not something that might have arisen from Hoshido's tradition. She wonders then if it springs from the same curiosities that surround Soleil and Ophelia's fathers...something Mitama will never fully be privy too.
Regardless, the importance of the matter is that she is happy to spend time with her precious friend, regardless of what they may be doing or where they might find themselves. Mitama laughs lightheartedly along with Ophelia's corrections and flow of compliments. Rhythm and active trials have never been her strength, but Ophelia grants her a wealth of pateince.
"Shines light on what not to strive towards, perhaps." She jokes in turn as Ophelia guides them in a swing. (Mitama's steps stumble slightly but she manages to stay close and together.) "I will perhaps never fare quite at the same level as you and Soleil do."
She does not mind. Her stars simply shine elsewhere.
The music shifts, rising in speed. Mitama anticipates the shift in Ophelia's movements, but not where it leads. Ophelia leans in and Mitama's eyes widen in slight surprise as Ophelia shoots across the night sky to land a quick kiss. She is gone just as quickly, leaving Mitama blinking in quiet surprise as they shift and turn into the next part of the dance.
"...a bit of preparation would have been appreciated." Mitama manages, falling into soft laughter as she shakes her head. For the kiss and lead in equal parts. "If I kiss you back, can I return such an honor?" She jokes before pulling Ophelia close. Her hands settle awkwardly as she settles her breathing and prepares for what will likely be an unquestionable failure. "Do not blame me if I fail to meet your standards."
