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A Lively Girl
Sat Oct 21, 2006 13:47
209.213.238.160 (XFF: 192.168.1.3)

She’d been searching for it. She’d been lusting for it, even. Something as simple, as seemingly commonplace as a basic, decent conversation, and it had been given to her. Or, rather, Evie had found it. What was the most refreshing? The smile? The fact that his opinion fell in with all the intricacy of a blacksmith’s puzzle with hers? How he even wished to set aside trivial banter on the subject of the White Tower to engage in . . . in more festive affairs?

“Would you care to dance, my dear Evie?”

Her smile was roguish, and her gaze was intent. “I would love to, Karen.” She laughed appropriately, anticipation whelming inside of her. Bloody Light, but she thought she’d never find the proper likes of company as this!

Upon her acquiescence, another smile appeared to curve across Karen’s face, and the Soldier placed his hand comfortably around Evie’s waste. He’s done this before. And so, following the man’s lead, she draped her arm around his shoulder. The two clasped hands. Their eyes locked, eschewing all else short of assertiveness and confidence, and broke into a dance.

She liked the song. Evie had never been more than the slightest afficionado of music, not like her sister, Emberlinn, but she knew a good song when she heard one. And this one was good. She knew not its name, but it was vaguely familiar; it was an onslaught of aggravated strings hustling against one another for each musical crescendo, blaring and bustling with life and lustre, before silencing so suddenly in a mix of sharp, dulcet notes. It was pretty.

Karen was a good dancer. He knew what he was doing, even if he didn’t seem overwhelmingly fluent or rhythmic. The Light knew she wasn’t going to win any awards, either, either. She could not say whether his competence was due to his training, practising footwork to compliment sword-swinging and the like, or if he’d actually had lessons in dance. They were both just past average in their dancing, and she knew they were evenly matched. It was proper.

When the song died, Evie’s legs were practically lilting in fervid glee, happy for having done something she’d not since . . . since last Bel Tine back in Paedrig Rill. Light, too long, and part of her had consigned herself to perhaps never doing so again. The two gravitated evenly back over to the punch table, downing a glass in rhythm, and smirking.

“So,” the Domani fellow intoned, “how did you come to find yourself at the Black Tower?” It was such a staple of a question, though it followed logically. A thousand festivals could have been waged across the world for a thousand years, and in spite of this, every bloody festival would include one bloke asking to another how they came to come to the status quo. Asking for the story of their life. It was common sociological cornerstone, but it made sense. They were getting to know each other. What illumined the present better than the past?

Breathing, Evie said, “It was a matter of training. I knew I had done something I should not have done, and I knew it was the One Power that granted me this. And–”

“Something you haven’t done?” He left his question hanging openly, awaiting an answer like a harrying dog.

“I was attacked. Think of it akin to a man cornering a woman in a barn. He was the size of an ox, and in spite of my shoulders and the like, I could never have faced him. I did manage to beat him with unseen cudgels. It had to be the One Power. It was the only answer. I came to the Black Tower because it was geographically closer than the White. Training was training, and I was anxious to learn about saidin.” A confusing pause levelled the moment. “No, I mean saidar. I wanted to know of saidar. I still do, in fact.”

She was only just readying herself to ask the same of the man, asking how Arad Doman, once his home, had been replaced by Andor and the Tower. She was. However, another song struck a clout through the level hubbub of the evening. This one was much livelier, and would demand much less contact from Karen. This was not necessarily a good thing; her Domani beau was, in his own idiom, a pretty one, not yet entirely hardened by the circumstances. Nonetheless, something rousing to place a sparkle on the evening would be welcome.

It was a courante brand of dance, and the philharmonic had unexpectedly procured brassy horns to suit the mood. It was an Altaran take on an old Cairhienin dance, taking slow, stately steps and replacing them with rapid, gliding, swinging motions that constituted as much of a workout as running circles around the perimeter of this bloody Tower. She wore not skirts, no, but merely clutches the sides of her britches in lieu thereof. She tossed about her feet inexpertly, laughing, knowing that this was nowhere near proper technique, but nobody in their presence seemed to be a refined dance critic. They shimmied and swerved and all the like, and Karen was her mirror.

“So!” she shouted over the music, laughing. “How did you get to be one of the Tower, Master Karen?” And she hastened up to him, aggressively stradling his hip with an intentness, swaying her body. She laughed. Oh, how her father, Warly, would react if he knew how she really danced with the boys back home.

  • Changing AttitudesSoldier Kieran (Karen), Thu Oct 19 09:37
    Another festival had begun again, and Kieran couldn't help his grin. What better was there than an excuse to spend the night drinking, and flirting with some women, be them White Tower or Black Tower ... more
    • A Lively Girl — Soldier Evie Holinshed, Sat Oct 21 13:47
      • Questionable ReactionsSoldier Kieran (Karen), Sun Oct 22 17:46
        Kieran couldn't have been more pleased then when Evie accepted his offer to dance. His night already seemed to be brightening as he placed a hand expertly around her waist. Not that he had ever... more
        • It's Only a Small RequestSoldier Evie Holinshed, Mon Oct 23 14:06
          She could deny it not. Really and truly, Evie enjoyed the mysterious ambiance Karen appeared to emulate into the limitlessness of the evening, cascading an inscrutable aura from the philharmonic to... more
          • A Decline and an OfferSoldier Kieran (Karen), Tue Oct 24 08:27
            The pleasure that resulted from Evie's actions in not only accepting his kiss, but giving as good as she got, as it were, could not be described. He was indeed enjoying himself nearly too much at... more
            • Newton's Third LawSoldier Evie Holinshed, Wed Oct 25 13:55
              For every action there is an equal, yet opposite, reaction. A dull, leaden silence gravitated over the pair of them as Karen apparently paused to contemplate what words she had spoken Oh, by no means ... more
              • Not Gonna Get UsSoldier Kieran (Karen), Thu Nov 2 15:07
                As Kieran listened to Evie as she spoke, he couldn't help but feel a bit of an itch when she pulled out the silver. He remembered his thieving days too much for his own good right now. Kieran unbound ... more
                • Cold TeaSoldier Evie Holinshed, Sat Nov 4 15:40
                  Hands clapped before her mouth, Evie watched in stunned silence as her beau did little more than hush her, standing wholly still–where they could be seen! Light! Calla and Toliver, accompanied by a... more
                  • Contemplations of the Morning AfterSoldier Kieran (Karen), Sat Nov 4 18:53
                    It was not exactly easy having to wait there for Evie. He knew that he said that he'd wait for her…but it seemed to be taking longer than it should to just snatch something from the Infirmary, and... more
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