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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 5:10 pm
By the time he and Mirela had managed to make their way down to the dancing circle, the flames of their bonfire had died off into dull embers. He was grateful that the new alchemist, Lewenharto, lacked fear or sense... perhaps both. He'd figured out that if struck, a particular stone sent little sparks out that would lap up dry wood and kindle and that would ignite into a flame if fed. It provided the pride with warmth and a mysterious, harrowing light that would likely boggle the minds of any intruders to their lands. It was strange to think, but he'd heard of worse offenses against nature. After all if lions were now clever enough, or adventitious enough, to eat rotten fruit to make themselves both delusional and ill for the fun of it, they could strike up a flame when fiddling about with the right pebbles.
Still, the embers were warm and the sands nearly stomped flat after the mummers had entertained the pride and were shortly swept off to enjoy the serenity of the night. Shandor rather appreciated the privacy. He wasn't new to dancing but he wasn't exactly learned enough to be considered good. Not yet.
"Well I hope that you have lighter feet than I do or both our paws will be swollen within moments."
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 2:14 am
 Though their travel to the center of the pride where all the festivities occurred was short, the two were apparently still rather late to the party. When she realized she had miscalculated her timing on her scouting mission, Mirela made a small frown, padding up to feel the warmed sands. She could feel the earth and the depressions made from the previous dancers' paws. If only she had been a bit earlier!
Though there were still lions in sight, they had all but dispersed the center of the bonfire that was made; most were retiring to their dens to sleep, even if there was just a bit of light out still. It was darkening, and fast. Mirela didn't realize how quiet she had been in her slight disappointment until Shandor spoke. And when he did, she turned to him, intrigue and curiosity forming all too soon.
"Ah, still up for a dance with no one else around, then?" she inquired, a small smile catching on her mouth, "It'd just be me, you know. And there's not much fire left around to keep your paws moving without effort!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 5:13 pm
"My paws are used to the cold n** of the night's sand." He retorted with an arching brow. Perhaps she wasn't up for a dance but to save her pride she was offering him a polite way out. He had half a mind to take it and suggest something as easy and casual as a walk along the dampened sand near the shore line but...where was the fun in that? It was just the two of them by the beach after all. No prying eyes or over-eager mummers to encourage them to dance at their pace. They'd have to come up with something all on their own. It was more interesting that way anyway.
Shandor stepped one of his front paws in front of the other then brought his shoulder against that of his dancing partner. "Perhaps you've tender paws. Nothing builds muscle quite like a dance in the cooled sand." He took a sweeping step and brought his flank against hers for a moment only to step about once more so he pressed against the other shoulder. "Or perhaps you're afraid of having a male show you a thing or two about grace in movement."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 4:16 am
Oh, dear. He had taken her comment to mean that she was too afraid to dance, or something similar! How dare he jest with that foolishness! Before she could say anything, he moved up closer to her, letting their shoulders touch, then their sides, and then began a rhythmic movement. Now, did he think he was going to one-up her?
"Tender paws you call me. I'll show you just how 'tender' I've grown up from my old travelling days."
She began matching his steps and moves, easily following the easy form he put his dance in; though she had no tune to accompany the dance, she still found her paws willing and captivated by some silent melody connecting the two partners. The quiet... made it more intense. The faint sound of the waves washing in and the chirping insects were just a faded but soothing sound in the distance, influencing her to make this dance... somewhat of a slower one than usual. Usually, mummers kept paces quite high and energetic. This was truly different, but she truly enjoyed it, as well.
In the middle of one step, she twirled suddenly, giggling as she spun across Shandor's side. She paused briefly, bringing herself to face him again and smiled.
"How's that grace for you, Shandor?"
How silly the two must have looked to be dancing together like this! In that small moment of realization, she turned her head sideways to scan the area.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:19 pm
Shandor moved right along with her, easily and gracefully as the music of the sea kept perfect time with their footsteps. In its own way, the coastline made the perfect dancing ground and the sea herself the perfect audience. The male smirked as the female spun about, a nearly boneless movement. She was perfection… complete and total perfection.
“The sands are full of romani~ They’re dancing in the moonlight~
The night is full of magic~ Disappearing into twilight~
The air is full of flowers with the sweet caress of spring~
The night is full of music, and the song of love we sing~” He sang playfully, his voice bouncing slightly with his movements.
“Seems I mispoke, and spoke too soon. You aren’t so bad at this at all! Why if it wasn’t just the two of us, we may have made someone jealous.”
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