this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
[attr="class","diag"]Eleanor was way past the age of wearing frills and pretty little things. It was with this firm belief in mind that, when a sweet young seamstress approached on their way to the ballroom and asked if she wouldn't like to change into a more fitting, more trendy attire, the black-haired witch looked at her and limited herself to a stern "Thank you, dearie." To Eleanor's relief, the seamstress moved on and never looked back. Thus, she was 'stuck' with her remarkably Sundial looks in a Gale Valley event.
Her daughter, however, seemed to appreciate the dress she bought for her a lot more than she would ever have. Frills really did fit her ray on sunshine. The sight of Nina smiling and pulling on the hems of Nike's clothes, seeking her attention and praise, itching for a taste of that punch she was drinking, made her mother smile. Right up until her eyes grew groggy and she asked her mom to take her to bed, which of course Eleanor did gladly.
After a goodnight kiss, and setting up her own light elemental version of protective spells around the room, she returned to the ballroom. Nike shouldn't and couldn't be left all on her own, after all.
Which leads us to the current scenario.
Nike isn't happy. Eleanor can see her sour expression from all the way across the dance floor she was somehow dragged into. Apparently, some time between when she left to tuck Nina in and her return, the party had really started. It was now in full swing—literally. A swing dance. Neither she or her heels can quite believe what's happening until it's, well, happening. She offers Nike an apologetic smile. Though she was loath to leave her friend behind, she didn't think abandoning her dance partner in the middle of a pirouette was a very polite thing to do, either.
Who knows, maybe she'll be dancing herself in a few minutes, she considers as she spins into a new dancing partner. Not by own initiative, of course, she couldn't quite picture Nike taking just about anyone out to dance, but because one of the upbeat dancers would pull her in, just like it'd happened with Eleanor herself. Maybe I'll pull her in myself, in due time.
She's still swirling around when she notices him. A boy, probably barely past his teens, whose face was twisted in a discomfort even she can feel it. He's staring at the bodies twisting around him, the witch who'd pulled him in happily ignoring his silent complaints in favor of showcasing her admittedly great dancing skills. Eleanor feels so bad for him that she apologizes to her current partner, closes in on the mismatched couple, and takes the redheaded witch's hands with a decisive "I'll take it from here."
Leading the offended witch to a new victim takes little more than a nod in the direction Eleanor came from. "Quite a lively bunch, eh?" she asks, a greeting that doubles as icebreaker. Or so she hopes, at the very least. She allows her body to get used to the catchy rhythm one more, slowly at first, so that the other witch has time to catch up. Scaring him away is the last thing she wants to do. "You don't look quite in your element here. Is this your first swing dance?" She gets a little closer, close enough to whisper a comforting "Don't worry, not everyone is as enthusiastic about showing off."
"Besides, we could always sneak you away to underneath that buffet table, if you find you're really not liking this." She points to the prettily decorated table a dozen or so feet away from where them, its tempting contents charmed to automatically refill.
Eleanor means it more as a joke to comfort him, but who knew at this point anymore?
The monkey responded with a gesture. Several seconds of confusion passed before Tony realized what it meant by its answer. "Well then milady, it's a pleasure to be your dance partner."
True to her nature, the monkey was doing all sorts of moving about in their dance. Tony felt dizzy for her as she spun around with grace and agility, never once dropping or making any kind of mistakes. It would probably look odd to anyone who watched. A man dressed in a sharp suit, moving across the dance floor with a monkey spinning around with him as the center point. Still this was better than having to brood over things he couldn't control. Or being forced to dance with someone who would remind him of his inferior social standing.
Strangeness aside, he was enjoying himself. With a grin and a chuckle he swayed and let his feet slide across the floor in line and in rhythm with everyone else. In all his years of training, to dance with an animal had never crossed his - or his teacher's - mind. He couldn't wait to return home and tell the old man all about it - and how well and elegant he looked as he did.
"So tell me," It would probably be difficult for the other to answer, assuming she couldn't speak, but what the hell. He'd give it a shot. "Are you here on your own?"
Post by ashanti verna on May 18, 2017 13:57:42 GMT
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have i always loved you? have i always known? / have i always loved you alone?
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Despite inner frustrations, the man's words made her smile. "Aww, thanks. Unfortunately, the only one I want to trip here is myself." She pouted at the thought, but the expression didn't last for long. Asha wasn't expecting the sudden spin (despite the telltale sign of the music) and found herself yelping in surprise but smiling sheepishly when pulled back by the stranger.[break][break] "You should tell me when you do something like that!" she whined, but soon enough she was harmonizing to the man's quick and easy steps, fnding that he was a pretty good dancer (unlike the horribly sloppy one she had been stuck with at first)[break][break] "Wha-what!" she said, eyes shifting awkwardly to burn marks that dotted his face. "I'm not that shallow, I couldn't say that to you." Or at least, trying very desperately to not be shallow, Polaris said, and Asha grit her teeth at her stubborn familiar. She reminded herself that Polaris was just on edge because his precious Ashanti was dancing with strange men and let out an indignant huff of air before re-smiling. [break][break] "Especially not when you're such a good dancer." Her smile was toothy and genuine, and her smooth falttery was practically in-born. Asha had, for the most part, regained her composure. She managed to keep cool during the next little roll, and kept her violet eyes traned on the man's own eyes, as some form of discipline. She wasn't shallow. [break][break]She had just been caught off guard.
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Post by evanora galestorm on May 19, 2017 6:35:37 GMT
ashes to ashes.
Gale Valley's gala isn't unlike what she's normally been through; a dance filled with people dressed to the nines, free food and a chance to socialize. At first, when Evanora had been invited, she'd borrowed a tattered dress from someone in Jester's Den; but as time passed, as she managed to scrounge the money for better clothes, she became obsessed with the fancy lighting and food, the way people danced on the floor.
However, she'd never been able to swing dance before. In a puffy red dress and red veil to match, she makes her way to the center of the dance floor in the middle of drinking some punch--luckily she had the fortune not to drop it. Evanora slides the cup on the closest table and is swallowed up in the crowd of dancers.
She watches sight of the person closes to her; a girl with a tight white dress, and holds out a hand. She's a little awkward; her steps aren't always in the right place, and she looks like she's having trouble just keeping up. Evanora can't help but laugh, because she's doing the same thing. Swing dancing is meant to be a duet, but it's like they can't find the same wavelength.
"I hope you don't mind." Evanora says, a sheepish smile on her face. She wouldn't want this person to leave suddenly. Eventually she ends up swaying to the sound of the music, and hopes that the girl does, too.
"I can't lead, so we can do whatever's comfortable for you. My name's Evanora, by the way."
[attr="class","gearcore"]"Trip yourself? Oh I can't allow that; then we'd be down one perfectly talented dancer, which would be a tragedy considerin' most of this group." he offered before the spin, chuckling at her complaints. The important thing, though, was she did seem to brighten up. Really, where was the fun in being glum at a party?
Meanwhile, Spock smiled and a gently curtsied at Tony's flattery. He wasn't so bad himself, especially compared to most of the people here. At his next question, however, Spock didn't answer right away. Was being here with her bound human count as being alone? Together they made one witch, however, could otherwise easily be counted as two separate individuals due to having separate bodies. On the next swing in the dance, she pulled herself up to the back of Tony's shoulders, supporting herself with one arm across his chest and pointing at her Zephyr with the other. Her pointing fingers paused a moment to make a deliberate scratching motion down the left side of her face before returning to pointing to express his easiest identifying trait.
Zephyr, essentially receiving a mental play-by-play of his familiar's dance much like he relayed his own to her, briefly turned to the unlikely partners and offered a very casual two-fingered salute before turning back to his own partner. "Sorry, miss," he quickly apologized for taking his attention off of her, "My familiar's across the room causin' more trouble than she ought. But I'll take that compliment. B'tween you an' me, it's pretty rare for these legs t' be so agreeable, but I'm glad they were -- this's been a treat." As the tone of the music subtly shifted yet again, the dancers around them began shuffling partners. "Now I'm certainly not sayin' you're shallow, but I'm afraid I can't keep ya for the whole dance, luv. I'll be swingin' ya over that way," he said, abiding by her previous demand to give her fair warning -- or, at least partially abiding. He gave her less than a second between the words leaving his mouth and the execution of the action, this time letting her go (once she got her balance) instead of pulling back.
Across the room, Spock was quite sad to be parting with her partner, though Zeph mentally reminded her that the poor guy probably wanted to have the chance to dance with some real humans tonight. However, she was quite determined to offer a small parting gift for him being such a gentleman. Despite her human's mental warnings, during her last swing around Tony, she returned to his front with a jeweled bracelet held delicately between her fingers. It was loose -- easy to have dropped by accident. And what would her socially elegant partner do if he had issue with her actions? Stop the whole dance to find the owner and accuse a monkey of theft? She didn't think so. With a wink, she dropped the gift into one of his pockets before bounding away into the crowd.
@anthonyskies ashanti verna THIRD POST ;A; GOODBYE PARTNERS IT'S BEEN FUN ANYONE ELSE PLS FEEL FREE TO GROUP YOURSELF W/ ZEPH AND/OR SPOCK
everywhere i go, i am spellbound; you cannot have this control on me
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Some adjustments and a few swings later, Tony hunched down as the monkey climbed up on his shoulders to point at dancers. With so many people dancing all at once in the large ballroom, Tony had difficulty trying to figure out who exactly she was referring to, until she gestured with her face then pointed again. This time Tony paid particular attention to the crowd's face, and spotted a blond haired man with some burns. The sight made him wince in sympathy.
"Aw man, that must've hurt like hell." The man being spoken of suddenly turned his gaze to the two and acknowledged them with a friendly salute. Tony grinned as he saluted back. At least he wasn't angry or concerned at the fact that the monkey was dancing with him.
As some dance partners began to switch around, the monkey he was dancing with held up a fine piece of jewelry that definitely wasn't there before. Tony widened his eyes as he frantically glanced around, watching out for any sudden violent reactions. "Where on earth - how - Stars and Stones!" No one was shouting in outrage yet, so they were safe, but eventually the owner would find themselves missing one bracelet and might make a ruckus.
Still speechless, he couldn't say or do anything as the monkey dropped the item into his pocket and began blending in with the crowd. Finally Tony began to chuckle, shaking his head with a smile on his face. "A girl after my own heart. I certainly hope we can meet again someday."
With that, he held out a hand for his next dance partner.
The Helios Knight still refuses to look at the person dancing with her. She is too busy staring at her own feet and figuring out what to do. She watches the woman's feet dance, and she tries her best to keep up. Eventually she catches the rhythm, and finally, the partners are matching.
Claire sighs. Her face is no longer flushed, but her cheeks still hold a rosy glow. Slowly, slowly, she looks up. Boots, frills, red dress... when Claire's gaze reaches the woman's face, she sees it is covered by red veil. She breathes a sigh of relief. That must mean that, even at the very least, her face will be obscured.
She feels confident most of the time. Most of her time is spent in the battlefield, and those fields of war and blood is her comfort zone. But beneath these delicate lights, wearing this uncomfortable dress showing off her blunt edges, highlighting her not-so-feminine curves...
"I don't mind," she says quietly, in a ragged voice barely more than a whisper. However it turns up a notch as she grits her teeth and fire burns in her eyes. "What I do mind is the length of this monstrosity. I am not informed that this dance will happen. I have more important things to do than this."
But she might as well enjoy herself. "My name is Claire--" As soon as she opens her mouth her feet falters and she had to grab Evanora to regain balance. "Hell's ass," she curses.
As the swing dancing rolls onwards, the music takes a small break for a quick intermission and serving of snacks.[break][break]
During this time, the witches are informed of a fundraising raffle towards the security and improvement of the newly established mines. Tickets can be bought by anyone, and at the end of the night, several prizes have been promised for those that manage to draw lucky numbers.[break][break]
In addition, all guests have already been given one 'super ticket' -- a free one that cannot be bought. All guests are offered an equal chance at winning the biggest prize of the night. Goodluck![break][break]
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how to participate
For each roll you make, 2 AP will be deducted from your account at the end of the thread
Please make sure you will have enough AP to pay for all your rolls, as they will be collectively deducted at the end of the event.
You can roll a maximum of two (2) times per post.
Each post must meet a 200 word minimum
Each lot has several 'winning' rolls-- at the end of the thread, whoever has made the highest winning roll will win that particular lot. Every roll can technically win, but it might be bested by a higher roll so keep an eye out!
In the event that a single player wins multiple lots, they will only be able to claim one-- whichever they rolled the highest for. Or, in the event that they take highest for both lots, whichever the rolled for first.
The winner of the 'super ticket' will be randomized at the end of the event, however, you need to have posted in the event thread to qualify.
How in the world do you move around in this get up? There was no hole for his tail for one thing, and so Lars had to make due, measure, and cut one out specifically to the size of his long tail. Undoubtedly, he had to do this with all of his clothes and there was absolutely no way to hide with his features. It was bothersome, but it had to be done or else he'd look like he had a growing tumor coming right out his ass.
Now as for the actual party, Lars was content with staying where he was at his table eating. Perhaps it was a blessing, but his features tended to garner attention in a way that others avoided him for the most part. Good. Instead of making him feel bad about it, it made the whole experience easier to handle. That was until he was grabbed over to the dance floor and he made a prompt fool of himself trying to dance to the music that was provided. Honestly, if the person's toes weren't broken at the end of it he'd be surprised and fortunate.
At the very least, he could pull away and retreat back to his empty table. Grasping a small napkin nearby he wiped his forehead. He almost appeared like a shaking little kitten the way his anxiety worked. He didn't exactly like failure, even if dancing in this manner was entirely unknown to him. It's fine. It's not important. He sighs, instead taking his time to eat whatever was offered. He was never a picky individual.
Maybe this raffle thing would do good as well even if he was not a gambling man.
Post by Matteo Garcia on May 19, 2017 23:36:57 GMT
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[attr="class","jarburnbbat"] Zephyr Hartmaddox rothscus ✨|| goodbye maddox. hello zeph. pretending this is after they've met and established a friendship
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I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct, The heat was on, rising to the top Everybody's goin' strong That is when my spark got hot I heard somebody say Burn baby burn! Disco inferno!
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Matteo gives one last laugh before the music comes to an end, allowing time for intermission and a break. Matteo needs one - despite having eased himself into the music, there was a tension that came with trying really really hard not to step on other people's toes that had drained him. He gives his partner a quick look. "Thanks for being a great dance partner," he says before they part ways.[break][break] Immediately, Matteo heads to the punch bowl and grabs himself a glass. Who knew dancing could be so dehydrating? He's glad for the free drinks, and he gladly takes a refill. During this time, he perks up at the announcement of a raffle. He's not a gambler nor is he someone who can spend his money freely, but he doesn't mind a game of chance every now and then. Hailing down a ticket seller, he takes one, quickly giving his payment before tucking the ticket stub in his pocket.[break][break] His eyes roam the hall until he spots, with surprise, a swathe of blonde hair and a very familiar-looking monkey. He hurries over, a grin forming on his lips. "Zeph!" he calls as he approaches the male. "How are you? What are you doing here?"[break][break] tl;dr: matteo says goodbye to maddox, buys a ticket, sees zephyr and says hello.[break][break] yg47n6Jb
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He's having a grand time so far at this dance. It's given him reason to practice his dance skills, something that he learned on the fly at a younger age and has left to rust for several years. He's no master at it, but one couldn't call him a novice, either. He's danced with several others, engaging in polite conversation, quick introductions, and perhaps a little flirting before switching partners and repeating the process. With variation, of course - as every target is different, every method to get to the target is different.[break][break] His primary objective here is to put out his name, get some potentially higher-class acquaintances. There's a lot he can learn here, just by taking in a name, observing their dress code, what they say and how they act. Admittedly, he's glossed over several very shiny trinkets that he would love to pickpocket, but the danger if he did so is too high, and he does not want to risk it.[break][break] He himself is dressed in a midnight suit, with a simple black necktie. It's stylish enough to pass for the formality of the dance, yet simple enough to not draw unwanted attention. Now that it's intermission time, he says farewell to his dance partner with a smile before he wanders off, looking for elsewhere to introduce himself.[break][break] The raffle announcement is made, and a ticket seller comes up to him, offering him a ticket. He takes it with a smile and a quiet 'thank you', slipping it into his palm as he gazes upon the number. He quickly pays her for her service before he heads off to look for chatter.[break][break] tl;dr Ambrose has joined the dance, flirted with some npcs, taken a break, gotten a ticket. Go talk to him or smth and doom yourself. Or not.[break][break] 39RykoWj
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Post by evanora galestorm on May 20, 2017 3:46:45 GMT
ashes to ashes.
It's quiet as they sway to the music; her partner looks entirely too uncomfortable, like she couldn't relax in her own skin. Evanora hums as she waits, nodding her head to the music in the background. Swing dancing isn't something she's accustomed to, but it's a welcome change to slow music often played at events like this.
Her partner doesn't mind--which is good. When she talks, her expression is grim, and she looks almost like she's ready to take down a horde of monsters. "Aww, but where's the fun in that?" Evanora teases slightly, a slight grin on her lips, "Just enjoy yourself."
Claire definitely seems like the fighting type; her speech is overwhelmingly formal, and at a step, she trips, her grip tightens heavily. Evanora nearly falls too from such a sudden movement, but they manage to balance themselve before anything gets too rowdy.
She can't help but laugh, giggles filling the air between them. It's somewhat...endearing. She takes this moment to pause, reaching forward to clasp Claire's hands loosely. Evanora smiles, looking up at her with a gentle expression.
"Just relax...listen to the music and I'll follow you."
Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on May 20, 2017 8:19:31 GMT
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an odd tilt to a stellar grin; he responds briefly, airily, "maddox." the music and the surrounding dancers are enough to guide the pair through the rest of their short dance, unrefined as they may be. there is only so much to be gleaned from the imitation of a craft. frankly, he had expected his toes to be stepped on -- and himself to step on matteo's toes -- but when the instance never came, he allows himself a brief, inaudible sigh of relief. gradually, the music eases off, indicating a short intermission, and he parts ways with a smile and nod. "likewise."
he spins on his heel, as though still dancing, but this time skirts his way around the still-dancing pairs to one of the many refreshment tables around. mid-step, he hails a nearby ticket seller, buys himself a raffle ticket, and continues on his way. maddox wouldn't call himself a gambling sort of guy, but truth be told, there's only so much security in masquerading as a typical, well-intentioned citizen that he may as well be a daily gambler.
for a while, he peruses the variety of beverages offered -- settles on the free alcohol, knowing full well he is likely to regret it later -- taking his time to revel in not having to think about stepping on toes. who knew dancing was so stressful? ( not him. ) over a glass of unknown alcohol, he scans the room. a few familiar faces catch his eye; he makes a mental note to approach them later.
it is with a pleasant, now-settling buzz that he resumes his position on the dance floor, smiling more easily, movements far less concerned with posture and poise but remarkably more comfortable and smooth. one, two; he catches the hand of a recently-released dancer. "and, how has the night been treating you so far?"
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Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 20, 2017 15:42:59 GMT
and i won't feel a thing
reality is a lovely place, but i wouldn’t want to live there
he is drowning in feathers; gossamer light, soft as kisses, a baby bird's down clogging his throat and mouth and oesophagus until his lungs seize and his vision flickers and his breath comes in stutters and stops like commas fragmenting sentences into start-and-stop clauses;
( it is too much - brilliant colours like hallucinations dripping down his mind's eye, an assailant composed of perfumes and exotic spices wrapping long fingers lovingly around his neck, the presence of a hundred people pressing in on all sides in a cage made of flesh and writhing discomfort - it is too much )
but he cannot reach for the comfort of his weapons, cannot twine mana and magic into the world to cast for fire, cannot allow for the itch in his blood that speaks of kirjava to manifest into reality; he can do naught but retreat into himself and endure as he would injury or pain. nothing of his training has ever prepared himself for this.
and then she cuts in, dark hair and dark skin and dark eyes set in the face of a mature woman, saving him from the overenthusiastic fervour of the witch that had dragged him so unwillingly into the fray. such is his relief that kasimir barely notices the older witch 'redirecting' his previous partner. he does not know what this new witch wants, but it honestly cannot be worse than what had been; for a fraction of time, gratitude writes itself clearly on his face.
his expression resets itself into his characteristic stoicism as the moment passes, defences springing up once more as his new partner speaks. an observation, a question, an attempt at reassurance - the woman is... nice, he supposes, and a very welcome reprieve from the previous witch, but he can already feel the expectation of conversation beginning to settle in the air between them, words tumbling like crystal shards in his mind but shattering on his tongue. where to start? what to address? what does this witch want from him? he is uncertain, and for one such as he, being uncertain is all but synonymous with being dead.
"i am... unused to such an environment, yes," kasimir finally settles on, stilted and slightly unsure as he attempts to strike a balance between answering her questions and protecting against the vulnerability of his own weakness. 'treat it like an undercover infiltration,' his familiar's voice echoes in his mind, and he is at once both more comfortable with the situation as a whole, and nauseated at the associations that spring to mind.
it works nonetheless, enough for his posture to lose its defensive hunch and slide back towards neutrality, his mental equilibrium reestablished upon the familiar foundation. "that would be appreciated," he replies to her offer, perhaps a fraction too fast, a fraction too eagerly. a heartbeat, silent regret, he attempts to offset his slip by following with an explanation. "it is... very crowded on the dance floor."
the fates seem on his side for once in his life as an announcement momentarily silences the wash of noise, offering another excuse as to escaping the obligation of dance and the crush of the crowd. "i.. if you will excuse me, i think i will enter the raffle," kasimir says, his composed mask slipping again at the thought of his salvation. the prizes means nothing to him and he has not a single care for if he wins - he would honestly prefer he didn't, in all honesty - but a little money is completely inconsequential in exchange for possibly being able to leave.
he bows slightly in gratitude towards his dance partner, relief allowing for even a small smile to slip onto his face. "thank you for the dance," he says; 'thank you for cutting in' lies unsaid, but he thinks she understands.
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hey sorry it's so late! (if you want, ele can follow him or just end the interaction here) • Eleanor Afolayan • 632
have i always loved you? have i always known? / have i always loved you alone?
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Asha blushed good-naturedly at the flattery, still unused to having her trick used against her. That being said, she was determined not to look like a buffoon (she hardly did, in social situations). "What do you know, they might think it's a part of the steps and add it on." Casually insulting the populace did help to relieve her bad mood, if just a little. [break][break] "Huh?" she asked, looking down for a brief moment to catch a glimpse of the man's legs. Which, has ovious, were covered with his pants. But suddenly she felt like she ought to have asked more questions. "You're doing fine. And yes, it has! Have fun," she calls out, feeling the spin before it comes but still being a little surprised as she spun to her new partner. She waved a little at the man before turning to face her next partner and grabbing his hands. [break][break] Yet another obviously older man greeted her, but this one was positively dashing in appearance. Thw twinge of wine fills the room as he speaks, and Asha shakes her head easily. "Oh, just about perfectly," she lies, deciding it wasn't a good idea to make another partner concerned with her mood. [break][break] She spins as they dance, attempting to figure out which one of them was in the lead. "And you?" The constant dancing has significantly lessened the amount of words coming from her mouth, but her smile is as persistent as ever.
