Steps leading somewhere [tag Saetan, Faramir, sort of open?]

[lil_blondeangel]

Rehearsals were not yet under full swing at the Opera House yet, and she did not have many classes this month, so when she'd spoken to Saetan and they'd discussed dances from their home worlds, the similarities and differences, she'd suggested they each teach a dance they knew to the other. Tonight it was her turn - she was to teach him the

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[danceforglory]

Saetan arrived perfectly on time, as was his habit.

The walk over had helped smooth away the tiny bit of limp that remained, and he set his cane aside as he took a moment to listen to the music she had playing. It was a live song - but nothing quite like what they had back home. He would need to make an effort to explore music from others cultures, while he was still sure to have access to it.

"Good evening, Meg."

[danceforglory]

"Time teaches these things. would you care to try again?"

[lil_blondeangel]

"If - if you would like?"

[danceforglory]

She didn't look pleased with the idea, and Saetan gave her a gentle look. "It is not a requirement."

[lil_blondeangel]

"Perhaps another day would be better." she ventured.

[danceforglory]

"That can be arranged." Gathering his jacket and cane took but a moment, and Saetan gave her a brief smile ear the door. She was distracted... seemed slightly upset about something he couldn't ascertain, as her displays never seemed to quite fit with the cues he had learned in Kaeleer - or even Terrille for that matter.

[lil_blondeangel]

"I am sorry. I always do enjoy dancing with you, you're such a wonderful dancer, it's just..." She was babbling. Meg took a deep breath to catch herself. "Next week. I will see you then."

Perhaps it was because in her world, women were barely allowed to speak for themselves, much less rule.

[danceforglory]

A strange place she came from. Saetan wouldn't call it bad, but... Well. It seemed very strange.

"Next week, Meg." A brief smile before he passes back through the door.