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If Rikki was bothered by the stomping on his feet, it only showed with small winces.

"They might, since they'll probably need riders for the parade. I've ridden before. I've got a horse, her name's Espoo." He smiled while talking about her, though it had a sad tilt to the corners.

Danny was in shock and awe. "You own a HORSE?" It was as though Santa had descended from the sky and gifted her a thousand presents. "That is SO COOL. Can I ride her some time? Can I? Please?"

Her face was so desperate that it seemed the might die if Rikki didn't say yes.

He looked just slightly bewildered by the outburst. "I... yeah, I don't see why not? She's not a fancy trick horse or anything, though, so she can't do any jumps or stuff that the Utopia horses probably do." Not that he would ever have need for that kind of frivolous training. She was best for transportation.

Talking so much nearly made him forget they were even dancing.

"I guess you're right," Zin admitted, blushing a bit herself. "But... But maybe it's okay to be childish still. We're young, and we're celebrating, after all. Maybe your book was right!" She laughed. "There's no harm in making friends anyway. If friends make smiles, and smiles make happiness, that is good enough for me."

She was starting to get a little breathless and slowed down a little. She laughed and glanced around. "See, everyone looks happy when they dance with their friends!"

((I apologize; Zin is made out of the moon. That is to say, she is an extremely cheesy loon. XD))

Saga peeked out the window, thinking. He'd seen Preacher in the crowd earlier. She was glaring daggers at him, yesterday's offense far from forgiven. No matter what upbringing she'd had he had approached a lady in too boorish of a manner. Suddenly, she seemed to offer a dance to a man- who appeared to reject it.

He refused a maiden's hand for a dance? This may be no ballroom, but where the parade marshal was from, it was an act of outrage. He felt the color drain of his face, taken aback. Rising from his perch on the windowsill, Saga took off his hat and headed out the door, determined to set things right for the navy-haired girl.

Once outside he approached her, flourishing a bow in greeting. "Good afternoon, miss Preacher." He thought she might prefer it if he put some distance between them in his manner of address. "I wanted to apologize to you for my rudeness yesterday. As a token of our reconciliation, would you take this dance?" He offered his hand, palm turned down, and smiled innocently. It was an invitation for her to take the male lead- which he guessed she might prefer, as she wore male clothing, after all. Besides, this was a folk dance; he knew them less well than any from around these parts.

Shun tilted his head in thought. He did have a point there. As long as the spar didn't get overtly violent, he might be able to get away with something like that. However, it would involve holding back, which wasn't something he really liked to do, regardless who he was up against. There was more to learn when combatants gave their all rather than 'going easy' on one another. But for the sake of this exercise, perhaps he could do just that.

"Is that a challenge, then?" he asked with a raised brow. Preacher was younger, but he no doubt should be able to defend himself somewhat, considering his upbringing. Life in the streets was rough.

"No. I should have grabbed a bloody armband though. I got dragged here because of my recruit status to help out with s**t," the young man grumbled before pausing. He followed Preacher's line of sight and blinked as he heard the groan.

"Something you want to do about him?" he asked plainly. When Saga suddenly came by, he furrowed his brow before staring between the two.

Wait.

"...Miss?"

"So, are you going to take part in the parade? Or just watch?" Zin panted. "You've already been really helpful! First you were at the goldfish booth, and then you helped clean up. I guess you really do care about the parade after all, huh?" she asked, her smile widening into a by-then familiar grin.