@widogastswebofwords said:
“it seems to me that you can’t dance for shit.” (from Caleb, either at the winter palace or maybe he catches he trying to practice somewhere?)
she'd been at it for about an hour. she almost had the steps down, after weeks of practicing first barefoot then in shoes, but now she had to try and do it in heels. josephine hadn't even bothered asking her to try a dress yet. if the inquisitor couldn't manage to keep her balance without such long fabric getting in the way, then it might best to get that under control first. her legs hurt, her ankles hurt, her feet hurt, her hands and knees were scuffed and bruised with the amount of times she'd fallen to the ground or slammed into the wall. solas was polite enough to allow her the rotunda to practice, and she knew that those above must have been watching but--
to have confirmation from a heavily accented voice was... embarrassing. her cheeks flush as she spins to face the taller man, stumbling to catch her balance. " yeah, well, it's not like i've had ample time to practice in the wilds of the free marches. and.... these shoes are a weapon in disguise."