Marg's escort smiles in that same simple way and leads her through this dance which he performs rather flawlessly for having been encumbered by a partner such as she. Perhaps it is the alcohol, perhaps it was the ease with which he kept them both in step or perhaps it was just the music and occasion, but they floated across the floor seamlessly, a perfect pair.
He smiled still in that subtle manner as he spoke, those eyes now more deep than empty.
"My name milady, is Faloren. And no, this is not a job... but is rather a pleasure. You dance wonderfully."
Faloren smiled as she spoke then, his smile had something terribly warm, infectious about it. he spun her again, laughing a little now in an almost impish manner, that too seemed quite contagious. The music continued, Faloren leading Marg with flawless ease.
"You are quite lovely too Margrett. All things considered."
He laughed louder then, threw her into another whirl and brought her back to him, pulling her to his side. He was quite masterful when dancing it seemed and her flattery had seemed to have opened him up a little, he was more personable if only for a few words.
Faloren worked with her now, they seemed to move all too easily, the music becoming part of their dance, at their command, matching their motions. Faloren smiled wider still now and his features became warmer.
"You are mistaken, I only meant that you; being a mortal are... something of an oddity to me. Strange... and yet compellingly exotic. I find it quite alluring milady."
Again, they swept across the floor but his attention was now devoted to her entirely and his gaze held hers all too easily. Perhaps it was just the dance, perhaps it was the wine, but her heart fluttered now.
He held her gaze, no longer looking to the floor or to the other dancer, only on him now. Her heart did flutter at the romance of it all, even though her cynical side said it was magic, or that it was faked, or he was humoring her. She pushed that aside and decided to take her chances.
I mean, you don't often hear of fae leaving their world and coming to ours. She cocked her head, smiling, but with an almost confused look on her face.
You're the same, you know. Sort of perfect, but within reach. Flawless, but not haughty. Her hands held his tightly.
Or perhaps you don't hear of we fair folk leaving our home and venturing into yours. They are one and the same after all.
Faloren seemed unphazed by her questioning and so on, and was unresponsive to her observations out side of his smile. His hands squeezed hers harder though and he brought her just a little closer to him. Her head swam a little now, whether it was the dancing, the magical dinner or perhaps just something far simpler and yet so very complex... she herself could not know.
She shook her head a little, only once stumbling in her dance.
Is....is it bright in here? Nevermind. Maybe I'm a little more drunk than I thought.
She chuckled at that, but it was nervous and hollow. It was almost as if she didn't control her own movements, that maybe he did. She was simultaneously drawn to Faloren and discomfited by him. Right now the discomfort wasn't too bad. She swallowed it and smiled, trying to let the fun and wonder of the night rule her.
One in the same. That's true, I suppose. Am I to assume you interact with mortals often?
Faloren only chuckled then, but his smile was terribly infectious. He seemed to look into her now, as though he could see inside her very being... and somehow that was not intrusive. It was almost as though he held a power over her but there was nothing assertive or pushy about it.
"Interaction implies both parties are aware milady. But yes, I.. and all of us are more predominant in your world than you might believe. You... have simply lost the ability to see, as most mortals have."
Kiko laughed to herself when he stumbled in the steps. She let the motion of the dance billow out her skirt while he recovered. He looked...what was the word? Sheepish. Yes. It was not an expression she had seen before, he was by and large, a very confident person.
The amusement passed into simple enjoyment afterwards. She did not have to know the steps, but rather follow him. She was agile, observant, and the pace was easy. Kiko came in closer, tucking her arm around his neck and resting her head against his shoulder.
Your friend seems to be enjoying herself.
Kiko's eyes had picked out Margrett from the crowd.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
The comfort seemed to overcome any trepidation, at least for now.
I see. I've probably seen some of you before, then. She sort of let herself fall forward, still supporting her own weight, but moving as if to physically match the metaphorical fall into his arms. Her head swam a little more.
I'd love to...see more of you.
She giggled almost childishly at that, the double meaning amusing her more than it should have.
Grayell was laughing, this was quite enjoyable and he had learned a long time ago not to take everything too seriously. Not this at any rate. He almost purred as she pressed closer, his hand now about her waist. He slowed their pace, perhaps unintentionally and closed his eyes then, enjoyed that moment in the middle of the spinning crowd... but her words roused him.
He looked up as if almost waking and spotted Margrett... then chuckled.
Oh yes. I can see that being quite... amusing.
He only laughed then and caught up with the dancers, stepping to the side, the spinning her about him, doing so again.
Faloren caught Marg with a chuckle, glee showing in his eyes. They were still dancing masterfully, gliding with the crowd with practiced ease. He looked perhaps a little puzzle at her suggestion though, but it did not effect his mood nor his tone.
"Well, there is always next year. Perhaps... you could request I be your escort should you be invited once more."
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"I'd be mad not to go," Alec breathes to himself, standing outside the faerie circle in Wistvale. Yeah, Rational says, but you'd be mad to go as well. "Right. That too." Taking a deep breath, he shrugs, and steps into the circle. Poofing into the dressing room, he looks around for a moment, then focuses on the mirror. Listening, he chuckles, then asks, mostly himself, "Don't suppose there's any chance we get to keep what we pick out?" Still chuckling, he picks out a plain white shirt with a bit of ruffling around the collar and cuffs, a pair of charcoal grey, loose slacks. To at least attempt formality, he adds a dark green cummerbund to the ensemble. Taking his escorts arm, he allows himself to be lead out to the garden, ballroom....place where the party was actually happening.
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Well, Alec happens upon the events as the gathered crowd are enjoying themselves dancing and of course notices Grayell, Kiko and Marg in their chosen attire. He has the choice to join the dance of course of take a seat along with those who are not dancing.
She nodded almost sleepily, her hands and feet moving on their own. She wasn't controlling them anymore; caught up in the music and dancing, her body seemed to move of its own accord, as if knowing she wasn't quite all there for the moment. Her brain seemed foggy, and she came to the sudden conclusion that something was very wrong. Control. The fae was talking control, not in an aggressive or malicious way, but it was control all the same. She didn't like it, at all. She pulled herself away from Faloren, fighting for control, shaking her head to clear the fog. She held her head and gave Faloren a confused look.
S...sorry. I'm not...not sure what's wrong. I'd rather...rathern ot make a fool of myself. She took a few steps back, avoiding the other dancers.
I'd like that, Faloren. Very much. But...oh, gods, this is weird. Sorry.
She turned and tried to make it back to the table.