I take it you enjoyed the last tale of hijinks in the Dawn hall? Oh well I’ve another that involves dancing, this one is Fal’s dancing lessons. While visiting her friends in the Dawn Hall again Taala and Fal were giggling about the time they got Basaran to dance for them. Tal mused about how she had seen a group of women dance by moving their bellies. Fal knew well this type of dance, she had been trained to do it for one of her contracts and found it was fun to keep up with. She had developed her own sways and motions to it and often used it to strengthen her stomach muscles. Letting Tal know that she was versed in such a dance, Tal asked if she could show her how.
Finding yet another perfect opportunity for the cat to play with its new toy, Fal stepped before Basa and took his hands. Setting them on her own hips, she dropped and swayed them first to the right giving a small pop as she came to the top of the sway, then to the left, again popping her hip up and out. She kept this up for several minutes till Basaran started to sway his own hips awkwardly. Looking over she smiles seeing Tal and grabbed hold of Eorforth swaying her own hips. Seeing that it would be some time before Basa got the idea, Fal grabbed his hips and tried to help him get the hang of a simple sway. When he had at least moved smoothly, she showed them a new move. Putting her right foot out she showed them how to rock on the heel. By dipping your hip low on the right and shift forward it gave an elegant sway of the body.
Soon another couple joined the fray, Skelcar and his lass lined up face to face and soon stated dancing. Fal did not know the type of dance they performed though, it was a bit stiff and seemed something a noble would do. Stepping back she chose to watch the others, giving Tal a few pointers. Raising her arms, shifting her torso along with the hips. What Tal and Ero’s dance became was something more becoming a night in a lovers arms instead of a dance but this was a rather erotic dance to start with. Had it they seen what she had to do that night, they would have seen naught but her hair covering her body and bangles on her wrists to cover the scars. It was something to perform again for someone dear to her, but then she had no such thing. Acelin had vanished, perhaps dead, and it had been two years since being left alone. Ah but I’ve gone and turned something sweet into something sad. Forget the last part, just picture the couples swaying and dancing in a Hall built for mercenaries.
