♬ Our muses wind up as dance partners
He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing here. When he saw that the village was hosting ballroom dance classes in the Town Hall, he’d shrugged it off and ignored it. It took him walking past the poster three times before he even thought of signing up. On the seventh walk by, he gave in and signed up. But now that he was actually standing in the hall, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly awkward. The class had yet to start and people were easily mingling, chattering about anything and everything. Once upon a time, small talk had been Arthur’s forte. He could natter away for a millennia about nothing in particular but nowadays he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, Arthur opted for the perfectly respectful choice of trying his best to blend into the wallpaper and look busy fiddling with shirt.
It wasn’t until the class had started and they’d been paired off that Arthur became really nervous. He never was one for women, but he wasn’t blind. The woman he’d been paired with was absolutely beautiful, almost ethereal. She was all soft lines and delicate features, though she towered over him. In fact, he wasn’t even quite sure why they’d been paired up; she had to be at least a foot taller than him. Nonetheless, he held out his hand, determined to not let his manners slip.
“Hello, lovely to meet you. My name is Arthur, Arthur Kirkland. And you?”
