(Untitled)

[puckishly]

There is not a fairy waltzing around the bar

Comments

[river_meimei]

...What, Puck.

What.

[puckishly]

"--Oh," Puck says, stopping on a dime.

(Literally. Looks like somebody dropped some pocket change!

Because it is shiny, Puck swoops down to pick it up.)

"Hullo, duck."

[river_meimei]

Puck is such a weirdo.

"Your species are confused," River informs him.

She might also be speaking of his dancing.

[puckishly]

"Not likely," he hums.

He wonders if that River-being-a-cheater thing applies now as much as it has in the past, and deduces that it probably does.

... So should he encourage Havelock to experiment a little more, or just pretend he already has? Ignore the fact of whether this is a nice thing to do to one's psychic friends; Puck is all about the hilarity.

[smallestopener]

Ingress laughs as she watches the fairy waltzing around the bar. She knows fine dancing when she sees it!

She waves to catch his attention as he goes past. "Hi, Puck!"

[puckishly]

"Ingress!"

Puck stops with a delighted smile.

"Good even, dearling-- and how do you fare?"

[smallestopener]

"I'm great," she says with a huge smile. She has a sundae. The world is good.

"I like your dance. It looks like fun. Like a waltz and a reel and something else all mixed up."

She knows a court dance or two. Marian and Amy made sure of that. It's not just swords and crossbows for this kid!

[puckishly]

Puck laughs.

"I expect it must be. I imagine I've more than one dance in my head, so there must needs be more than one dance beneath my feet."

[puckishly]

Puck catches sight of her and grins, doing a sort of sliding sidestep in the bargain.

"Does aught ail you, mistress?"

[puckishly]

Puck sighs.

"Are you ill?"

This is enunciated carefully, as one might to a foreigner whom one is hoping shall learn your language by osmosis.

"Or unhappy, perhaps?"

[fairytaleknight]

"What is that?" Fakir asks, when Puck brushes by his table. Fakir recognizes Puck's dancing, but does not approve of his time signatures.

[puckishly]

Puck laughs. The sound is bright, and clear, and pleasant, which may set it as a diametric opposite to his footwork.

"Why, ought it be anything?"

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir does not laugh. He does raise his eyebrows.

"Other than horrible dancing? If you have to move like that, don't inflict it on the whole bar."

[puckishly]

In mature and thoughtful response, Puck sticks out his tongue.

It is perfectly normal-looking, as these things go.

"Perhaps I simply lack the proper partner."