Joar danced calmly, confidently. The young girl's mistakes calmly ignored and compensated for. He was rather used to this. Ever since he had been a famous composer, he had danced with all manners of people. Niane Tesmani was not the worst dancer of the evening, that honor belonged to Lady Ruihas, who was now, quite elderly and was very inebriated. She had stepped on his foot more than once.
Nor was she the youngest, last year, he danced with Lady Telria's two year old daughter. He had to hold her in his arms to dance with her. This was all expected of him, and he honestly did not mind the attention. He was a famous composer, it was to be expected.
So, Joar took his dance with little Niane Tesmani in stride. It seemed to make the young girl deliriously happy. Why not? It was but a small amount of his time.
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Date: 2006-01-08 12:01 am (UTC)Nor was she the youngest, last year, he danced with Lady Telria's two year old daughter. He had to hold her in his arms to dance with her. This was all expected of him, and he honestly did not mind the attention. He was a famous composer, it was to be expected.
So, Joar took his dance with little Niane Tesmani in stride. It seemed to make the young girl deliriously happy. Why not? It was but a small amount of his time.