Re: Part 71 - Interlude
A smile continues to play about Cyan's lips as James focuses on the song, working out the tempo, and she gladly follows him to the dance 'floor', a trifle flushed from the attention they're receiving. Her free hand comes up and touches her hair uncertainly; they've been travelling all day, and she's no-doubt dusty. Plus liberally touched by fallen flower petals.
Behind her, Berd's left eye cracks open, and a gleam shines from beneath its lid.
James first hums, then launches into his explanation, and the bard purses her lips thoughtfully. "'Waltz'...I am familiar with words similar to that one that fit this music, James." The smile quirks. "Though I have not danced one since my days in the College of Cattashford; normally I sit on the sidelines and play for others." A russent eyebrow cocks, its partner dropping. "Glad am I you repeat not your waiver; a woman might begin to think you reluctant." But she laughs, the comically suspicious expression vanishing. "Long-short-short...a better concise explanation I have not heard."
Stepping close, James frames up, and Cyan meets her eyes, freezing momentarily as his hand slips around her back. Her fingers slowlly fall into his and she runs her other hand up his arm to rest it gently upon his shoulder, her spine straight and relxed. A breeze touches the pair then, a breath of air that sweeps away a touch of travel's dust and wear, nothing more.
"Yes," she whispers in reply.
Eye to eye, she lets herself be swept off into the simple, intimate motion of the dance.
She can see he's focusing, conciously competent but needing that concentration. It's a touch easier for her, able to read his intent through their contact. The muscle of his shoulder rolls slightly beneath her fingers, like steel cords beneath velvet, and as always, Cyan marvels at both James' strength and control. She has never met someone gifted with his might who simultaneously keeps it so well leashed, and holds to a quiet, caring nature.
"Tragic isn't it? Were this a duel, we would both know the steps and the rhythm without batting an eyelid.
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Her smile widens. "Sorrowful words, James, yet so very true." Closing her eyes, she puts her trust in the connection between them and James' focus. "But this is so much better, is it not?" She has little doubt he will keep her safe, and will swiftly adapt; her companion is a man of tremendous skill.
Whatever his concern, she feels secure he will not scuff her travelling boots.
Air moves as Archons shift past them, joining the dance in their own way. And as Cyan's eyes open, the Banglen-Yp's also begin their own, bizarrely beautiful interpreation, shifting form to better match the archons. A wind picks up again for an instant, swirling the petals around them. "Look, James," Cyan whispers, her topaz eyes shining with unshed tears. "So wonderful...and the Archons. You see?"
If they can be curious of a dance...if they can shift through it, to study or to perhaps experiment...
"Yes," she breathes, then her gaze returns her partner.
Her back holds straight but her fingers relax, and while they shine, Cyan's jewel eyes do not overflow. "And you feared for your dancing talent," she chides with a small laugh. But her smile softens, the amusement fading. For a moment her hand trembles in his, and her flush deepens, but she does not take refuge in staring at his neck. Instead, she meets his eyes and somehow manages to hold them; it is, in its own way, harder than facing any of the dangers they have overcome.
"Thank you, James," Cyan whispers as his steps carry her through the waltz, his precious gift, and the world whirls about them.