Dancers at the End of Oix [27 Oix 4260]
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sythyryFor reasons best known to the instructors ... hah! For reasons best not known to either instructor, but lost in the confusion between them (have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?)... the Flirtatious Dancing class was scheduled for today -- which is to say, the last day of hot Surprise -- rather than tomorrow when it wil be much, much cooler.
Thus, dancing.
Thus, to be more specific, dancing with members of the class selected by lottery.
Thus, to be even more specific, dancing with members of the proper species of the class selected by lottery.
Thus, to be painfully specific, dancing with members of the species least represented that day, because there are no other members of the proper species in the class.
Thus, to be so specific that I snort sparks, dancing with Orren as usual, selected by lottery...
Have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?
Thus, to be specific to the fine sharp point of a fang, dancing with Tillissa.
I did not breathe flames upon her. I did not look her in the eyes and smile as we promenaded. I did not claw her forearm. I did not kiss her in the final twirl of the dance. I did not cast some sort of spell of itchiness upon her. I did not say a nice thing to her after the dance was over.
The instructors were less than pleased with me for half of these. They should have been more than pleased with me for the other half, but (have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?) they were not.
Instead they gave a brief impromptu lecture on proper etiquette of dealing with people who have recently rejected one's advances. I tried to interrupt them, saying -- as is entirely true -- that I had not made advances upon Tillissa. The instructors -- such cruel and wicked entities both of them! -- ignored me, and traded stories of how they had insulted this or that minor noble by excessive politeness and extravagantly complementing the wrong article of clothing.
Spirshash was beside himself with snickerings.
Have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?
Thus, dancing.
Thus, to be more specific, dancing with members of the class selected by lottery.
Thus, to be even more specific, dancing with members of the proper species of the class selected by lottery.
Thus, to be painfully specific, dancing with members of the species least represented that day, because there are no other members of the proper species in the class.
Thus, to be so specific that I snort sparks, dancing with Orren as usual, selected by lottery...
Have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?
Thus, to be specific to the fine sharp point of a fang, dancing with Tillissa.
I did not breathe flames upon her. I did not look her in the eyes and smile as we promenaded. I did not claw her forearm. I did not kiss her in the final twirl of the dance. I did not cast some sort of spell of itchiness upon her. I did not say a nice thing to her after the dance was over.
The instructors were less than pleased with me for half of these. They should have been more than pleased with me for the other half, but (have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?) they were not.
Instead they gave a brief impromptu lecture on proper etiquette of dealing with people who have recently rejected one's advances. I tried to interrupt them, saying -- as is entirely true -- that I had not made advances upon Tillissa. The instructors -- such cruel and wicked entities both of them! -- ignored me, and traded stories of how they had insulted this or that minor noble by excessive politeness and extravagantly complementing the wrong article of clothing.
Spirshash was beside himself with snickerings.
Have I mentioned recently that I detest Orren?
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[IC] Diplomacy
Date: 2002-10-16 05:57 pm (UTC)Flirtatious Dancing is a part of diplomacy. The moves in the dance are emotionally similar to what nobility has to do daily.
The instructors aren't expecting you to like the one you're dancing with -- they choose your partner at random. They expect you to be able to act as befits a noble, even if you don't care for who you're dancing with. In my world, kingdoms [I don't know how the translator will give this; large branches of the Tree?] have been saved by ones who were willing to act as if they're in love... even when they were not.
In your examination, you should have been able to dance even with Spirshash himself. You should have given perfect etiquette that none could fault. Your noble lineage calls for nothing less.
Even if it makes you colder than icicles at midnight of the shortest day.
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