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"Marvellous!" Downey beamed. "I shall leave you young agile types to it then, shall I?" With that, he floated back toward one of the trestles set along the walls, which were still groaning with food.

"Terribly sorry about that," Lucille sighed, placing her right hand in his left, and her other hand on his right shoulder. She gave him a moment to get himself sorted out, (whispering instructions like, "relax your elbow," and "your hand goes on my waist, not my hip, for this one") then whirled him into the dance. Of course, it would have looked like it was the other way around to anyone watching. She discreetly guided him through the dance, silently for the first two repetitions of the eight-bar pattern, until he began to get the hang of it. At the start of the third repetition, she spoke. "So, a bravery award. Where were you fighting?"

Ren caught sight of a lord speaking with someone that appeared to be a young warlord, having fought recently in a war that everyone knew about. Ren never liked the thought of war, having so many intrusions that hinder the reconaissance missions that he was good at. Open war also mean't crowded hand-to-hand combat, not something that Ren found appealing, even for his skills as a melee fighter. Moving around the ballroom with grace, Ren kept an eye on the lord and the young man, knowing that both were important figures in the grand room at the time of dance.

Zach smiled and laughed a little, "Well, let's forget about war and try to have fun, shall we?" He smiled again and danced with her. Luckily he had now gotten the hang of the dancing and wasn't making any unfortunate screw-ups, like stepping on her toe and such. To bring up conversation, he asked, "Hmm, you seem to dislike that James Downey fellow. When he started to talk to me you seemed to give him a rather sharp look." He laughed, then said, "Forgive me if I'm mistaken, heh heh, I'm just making assumptions."

Zach smiled and laughed gently, "Do I have the pleasure of being one of those 'Young Bachelors'?" He asked with a rather childish smirk as he danced, almost slipping up on one bar yet quickly regaining his control.

Zach smiled, "I'm glad, I suppose. It seems this ball won't be as boring as I thought." He laughed gently and continued to dance with Lucille.

((As long as you've read the first post, I cannot imagine an reason why not...))

Lucille gave him an inane smile. Underneath it, she was hoping that it did, indeed, turn out as dull as he could have imagined.

Ren found the party to be slightly boring, not having any action going on that he was supposed to be on the lookout for. Somehow, the wine seemed to have lacked the taste it once had, not beeing as satisfying as its first taste. Ren was no expert on wine, but he figures it must have had something to do with the light exposure.

Occasionally, Ren was asked to dance with a few of the young bachelorettes, being a gentleman he had to accept most of them. None of them suspected that he was a hired hand, letting Ren use the deception as an advantage. Almost every 5 minutes, the song rhythm changes and Ren eventually loses a bit of his patience, returning to being a guard for the lords and ladies of the grand ball.

Bravely steeping forward, Sparrow almost pulled the young girl off her feet for her eyes were elsewhere. On a handsome young man to be precise. Tripping once, the little miss Lavella had to jog to catch up with Sparrow and blinked slightly up at him in confusement. He seemed to know where he was going, but surely that was impossible for him.

"Lord?" she murmured in a questioning tone, pulling him to a stop. He frowned slightly in response, turning his head to face the space above her head. He stood out slightly amidst the dancing couples, his shirt collar slightly askew and his sleeves appearing slightly too big, the ties hanging loosely from the ends of the sleeves. The shirt was white and the waistcoat (or vest) that fitted neatly over his chest was a dark hue of green - almost matching the blindfold covering his eyes.

"Hmm?" was his almost drunken reply, his ears picking up the movement of the things around him. He was soon mapping out the room silently in his head, memorising the paths different feet took. "You can go find that guy you were eyeing up earlier if you want. I can find a drink by myself."

"Uh, I don't think so mister. You remember what happened last time?" the young lady piped up, moving round in front of him.

"I got bored, okay?" was his quick reply, a man quirking an eyebrow and glancing his way. The young lady sighed and shook her head before sauntering off with a few words,

"Don't get bored then."