White Rider Pestilence
aphelia the vampire
White Rider Pestilence
aphelia the vampire
Nodding lightly, she takes places her hand on his shoulder again. "Trying is good. Wonderful to see some life in it Maka."
((Derp me. I don't know what to do here.))
( I didn't either. ._. )
((Okays. *idea*))
After a half an hour into the dance, he stops mid-step. He found he was getting dizzy, easily. "I-I need to sit down." The room was spinning in his eye.
( yay for idea. )
Steading Snow, she seems concerned. "Sitting, okay." Helping him over to a seat, she produces a glass of water from mid-air. "Here, this may help Maka." Sitting beside him, she sighs. "It was a lovely dance, thank you for that."