@FaeGypsy @Villain1SQ @shadowdragonred @RedHairSoldier @TheGiftOfWater >of the women as she was twirled, she lost her insecurities and uncertainty there on the dance floor.
@FaeGypsy @Villain1SQ @shadowdragonred @RedHairSoldier @TheGiftOfWater >music, to the man in front of her who complimented her every move. To the people around her who danced with and around her. No two people danced together for long. It was a mosh posh of who dances with who. Wrapped in the arms of one partner after another, smiling like the rest>
@RedHairSoldier @shadowdragonred @FaeGypsy@TheGiftOfWater >being honest with me. And for the dance. You didn't have to." She smiled shyly up at the man.
"I probably should dance with Red. And allow you to get back to your meal."
As the dragon stopped in front of her, Ksenia turned to him and bowed. "I believe I am to rescue /you/ >
@FaeGypsy @RedHairSoldier @TheGiftOfWater "Ksenia. My name is Ksenia. And you are Red, right? Claire's dragon friend? She said you were kind." She blushed as he turned her on the dance floor. Held her like the gentleman Claire had promised. And he could dance. "She said you could dance too. And in case I forget...thank>
@TheGiftOfWater@FaeGypsy @RedHairSoldier >imagine /what/.
"Th-Thank you. Thank you for dancing with me. I was so nervous to come and ask you for the dance. But Claire said you were kind. A gentleman. And this gives me an opportunity to do something I love."
She smiled softly, her eyes staying on his chest. "I love >
@FaeGypsy@TheGiftOfWater >Ksenia trembled, approaching the man. The female whispers stopped as she reached out and tapped his shoulder.
"Excuse me..." she cleared her throat, and tried again, "Excuse me," she said stronger, "The princess sent me as your rescuer. May I have this dance?"
@FaeGypsy@TheGiftOfWater >the princess, /she/ Ksenia, felt brave. Felt like someone she could learn to like.
"You will have to show me your friend." She said shyly, "I would hate to go to the wrong person."
@FaeGypsy@TheGiftOfWater She was kind. Understanding. How could anyone ever accuse her of being so...stuck up? She was kindness and sweetness, and a strength that she only /wished/ that she had the courage to have. Allowing herself to be led back from the gardens, her arm intermingled with the >