[ Claude's praise is enough to widen her grin, but she gives a wave of her hand, graciously deflecting as another upbeat song begins and a handful of students attempting to emulate the far less-dignified dance push to the front and center of the dance floor. There's something viscerally satisfying about watching the orderly ball morph, at least for a few moments, into something much closer to the sort of party one might stumble upon in Enbarr's poorest quarters. ]
A break sounds perfect. I could use another drink, too.
[ Dorothea snags two tall glasses off a passing tray as she follows Claude to a more quiet corner of the room. Handing off one of the glasses to him, she clinks them together before taking a sip. ]
You're a fast learner, but that's not that surprising. I know you're one of those eternally-curious types.
[ Leaning casually against the wall, a warmth fills her expression as she takes in the sight of the students froclicking about, even though most of them are making a complete mess of things--they're obviously having fun, and that's really the point of a ball, isn't it? Unsurprisingly, Leonie seems to have the best handle on the steps, though she introduces whatever variations are most common in Liecester. ]
Even nobles can figure it out if someone shows them how, apparently. Having fun isn't something they teach at a military academy, sadly. [ She chuckles. ] The Golden Deer has rather a different atmosphere than the Black Eagles, I think. Look over there--I think Linhardt figured out how to sleep standing up.
[ Hubert was lurking around, too, visible looming in some dark corner. On the other hand, Petra had joined in with the dances, dragging a scandalized Ferdinand onto the floor with her and demonstrating the steps of a dance that must be Brigidian in origin. Caspar has done the same with Bernadetta, though Dorothea isn't sure if what they're doing could rightfully be called dancing. ]
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A break sounds perfect. I could use another drink, too.
[ Dorothea snags two tall glasses off a passing tray as she follows Claude to a more quiet corner of the room. Handing off one of the glasses to him, she clinks them together before taking a sip. ]
You're a fast learner, but that's not that surprising. I know you're one of those eternally-curious types.
[ Leaning casually against the wall, a warmth fills her expression as she takes in the sight of the students froclicking about, even though most of them are making a complete mess of things--they're obviously having fun, and that's really the point of a ball, isn't it? Unsurprisingly, Leonie seems to have the best handle on the steps, though she introduces whatever variations are most common in Liecester. ]
Even nobles can figure it out if someone shows them how, apparently. Having fun isn't something they teach at a military academy, sadly. [ She chuckles. ] The Golden Deer has rather a different atmosphere than the Black Eagles, I think. Look over there--I think Linhardt figured out how to sleep standing up.
[ Hubert was lurking around, too, visible looming in some dark corner. On the other hand, Petra had joined in with the dances, dragging a scandalized Ferdinand onto the floor with her and demonstrating the steps of a dance that must be Brigidian in origin. Caspar has done the same with Bernadetta, though Dorothea isn't sure if what they're doing could rightfully be called dancing. ]