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He chuckled at the question thrown back at him and nodded. "There's not much left..but it was beautiful while it lasted" Looking to the sky once more to see the sun closing behind the mountain. The sky above them was slowly turning to a light shade of purple, dark blue soon. Ephraim didn't comment on the other new face, it wasn't one he recognized at all..but then again..he didn't recognize this woman either. Deciding that he hid away from the party long enough, Ephraim leaped off the tree and landed on the ground. "Might I have the name of you two?" picking up his cloak at the same time and shook it, letting grains of dirt and rocks that decided to stick to it fall to the ground. He didn't put it back on, instead held it in his arm.

The feeling of dancing once again was almost surreal, as if couple was flying across the floor. It proved to be slightly awkward dancing, maybe even difficult for the chimera at first. Having not danced for so many years, performing the motions now was slightly unnatural, making Hatmon’s motions stiff at first. She was not without talent though, as she let Ganon lead her, she fell into his pace and things quickly became natural and more fluent.

Hatmon was glad to have accepted, and even though the reptile’s height made dancing quite different, she found herself enjoying it very much. While normally calm, she felt herself letting lose as the two spun around the dance floor, even letting herself laugh a little and forget she ought to be watching out for Kris. Not that Kris would need it; he had a way of getting around after all.

“You’re quite a good dancer,” Hatmon remarked as she was pulled in from a spin. The next line she said softer, making sure only Ganon could hear it as a smirk fell across her face. “Wonder what else you’re good at.”

"Mmm. You seem surprised," Durbans said in a calm manner, betraying no emotion. He shook his head, a bit sadly. "I am nothing great. I was only made great by legend. What me and the eight did was possible by only human. Only the rest of the human race lacked the conviction of the Legends. I have...heard your stories about us ledgends. Roland the Champion. The Holy Knight, Barigan. The Enigma, Bramimond. Divine Knight Hanon. Athos the Archsage. Elimine the Saint. The Hero, Hartmut. The Berserker, Durbans. We were lucky, if anything. We fought for our own purposes. It was the imbalance of elemental strength between us that won. But we were still human."

(I couldn't think there.)
"It's a pleasure."

Ninian giggled softly at Lance's attempts at flirting with her. It wouldn't hurt to enjoy herself, and she did love dancing, else she would not have become a dancer. He had offered, so why not grant this warrior a dance?

At his lead, she followed him to the dance floor, her curtsy matching his bow, not an inch lower; Lady Eleanora had taught her well. One hand on his shoulder, the other lifting her dress to prevent her from tripping on it, they began the dance, a waltz. If there was anything other than Eliwood she missed about Pherae, it was the balls and court functions that required the Lady of Pherae to dance not only with her husband but with other noblemen. This allowed her to form her own opinions of the men, and to hear what they had to say to and of her and the marquess. Those impressions she relayed to Eliwood, who acted accordingly if someone, even a merchant or a peasant, seemed displeased with their marquess's rule. Besides that, dancing was fun. It was good to dance again.

Her thoughts came back to the present with Lance's comment.

"I've heard you're quite the dancer, Miss Ninian. I'm not too shabby myself, so let's enjoy ourself to the fullest, shall we?"

She smiled in response. "I lived as a dancer for a time," she told Lance. "And of course I would never let myself forget how. You are not too bad yourself, Sir Lance, despite your appearance."

He didn't quite know if she laughed at him or with him at his attempts to compliment her, but it didn't matter much anyway. Inwardly, Lance was screaming in discontent. Did she just say I looked stupid and clumsy?! How rude! However, he tried his best to not let any of that show through, and all he did was smile. "Why, yes, it's an occupational hazard." he said while winking. "In my line of work, a large variety of skills and talents are mixed together, and ethiquette and the ability to dance are just one of my many traits. Sure couldn't tell with my rowdy appearance, wouldn't you agree?"

Lance paused for a minute as he spun Ninian around and let her go with one of his hands, making her spin lightly outwards, before bringing her back in close. "Singing, cooking, horseback riding, acting...you name it, and I've probably at least tried it. I'm pretty good at most of it too. I'm pretty proud of my ability to be able to read a person based on their appearance, demeanour, body language...though I have to say I'm the most fascinated by a person's eyes. Some say they're the windows to a person's soul, and in a lot of cases..." Lance paused again, just peering to his side to make sure he didn't crash into someone, before continuing again. "...it's true. The eyes can tell a past, the heritage of a person, their feelings, thoughts...and without making myself sound too creepy, I have to say I'm very fascinated by yours, Miss Ninian."

Lance's mouth was curved slightly upwards, not exactly smiling, but just showing a kind face to his dance partner.