[ The dress flairs and she looks truly beautiful, luminescent in the reflected lights. If he had a breath to take away, or a heart that could skip, he's sure he would have felt it then.
But he doesn't, and all he's left with is the memory of her golden hair shimmering brightly under the stained glass lights, and the surprised but delighted expression on her face. ]
You make it sound like it's difficult.
[ He really is new to this. But having centuries of experience meant that he could adapt quickly in some circumstances. This was, apparently, one of them. ]
But you're doing well too.
[ For all her worry about messing up the dance, she's handled herself quite well. She hasn't even stepped on his feet. ]
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But he doesn't, and all he's left with is the memory of her golden hair shimmering brightly under the stained glass lights, and the surprised but delighted expression on her face. ]
You make it sound like it's difficult.
[ He really is new to this. But having centuries of experience meant that he could adapt quickly in some circumstances. This was, apparently, one of them. ]
But you're doing well too.
[ For all her worry about messing up the dance, she's handled herself quite well. She hasn't even stepped on his feet. ]