It is, on reflection, a very predictable question indeed.
There's no reason for it to should catch her so off guard, a flicker of uncertainty slashing sharp through her good humor—there, then gone, the imperfect seam made more obvious by the way Wysteria readopts her smile. She can feel her face doing something ridiculous which is fundamentally absurd when they're having such a fine time of it even with music and with only Ruadh for an audience.
Truly, she doubts she remembers the dance quite so well as she ought to. Though he would see her through the parts she might be misremembering, she's certain.
Click, click, go her dark boots' heels along the stone floor. She decides to be cheerful and not embarrassed.
"It may be somewhat beyond me, Mister Ellis." Diplomacy ought to recruit her. "I recall some business of overlapping arms."
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There's no reason for it to should catch her so off guard, a flicker of uncertainty slashing sharp through her good humor—there, then gone, the imperfect seam made more obvious by the way Wysteria readopts her smile. She can feel her face doing something ridiculous which is fundamentally absurd when they're having such a fine time of it even with music and with only Ruadh for an audience.
Truly, she doubts she remembers the dance quite so well as she ought to. Though he would see her through the parts she might be misremembering, she's certain.
Click, click, go her dark boots' heels along the stone floor. She decides to be cheerful and not embarrassed.
"It may be somewhat beyond me, Mister Ellis." Diplomacy ought to recruit her. "I recall some business of overlapping arms."