The music and the intoxicating atmosphere of the evening fill the plaza. Joar had to avoid running into Lord Gilor and his Lady Urase as both of them had been imbibing perhaps a little too much before taking to the dance floor, the wreath of ivy in his hair in danger of falling off. Joar simply shook his head, and chuckled.
The white flower in Zera's hair seemed to glow orange in the torchlight. A soft smile at her as he danced. His arm around her waist as he moved with a practiced elegance.
"Good, because I am rather fond of your current flight of fancy, as well as your company."
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Date: 2006-01-07 09:08 pm (UTC)The white flower in Zera's hair seemed to glow orange in the torchlight. A soft smile at her as he danced. His arm around her waist as he moved with a practiced elegance.
"Good, because I am rather fond of your current flight of fancy, as well as your company."