Poor Ansun. I was feeling that pain all through!Kethaera said:"There is no set end to the dance, Researcher," Ansun Fairquillion admits, his wings drooping now as if spotting the way in which he has trapped himself. "It ends when we desire it to."
As she stops moving abruptly, Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep says to Ansun Fairquillion, "Then thank you, Apprentice, for assisting me in fulfilling my quota. I will be going now."
Chairwoman Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says to Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep, "I mean no embarrassment to the Apprentice, but I believe he was quite enjoying the dance with you."
Ansun Fairquillion curls his bottom lip under his teeth and nods. Alexandria's words fall on deaf ears as, leaving the trill simply staring after her, Fisiana clicks her way to her notes and exits the ballroom. The trill is left, wings drooping, alone on the dancefloor.
Quietly, Ansun Fairquillion steps away, using the distraction of Nelras's announcement to make his own way out.
I love her.