Hadama did not dance.
True, he had grown familiar with his legs and he had mastered walking, running, and stairs, but there had been neither time nor opportunity to learn dancing. He had been content to stand on the sidelines and listen to the music, his stoic mien discouraging strangers from approaching as he concerned himself with his own thoughts. Others whirled around the dancefloor in handsome suits or bright dresses or outfits that had elements of both, and he admired the craftsmanship of their accessories and the deft movements of their feet, but he showed no inclination to try and join them.
He might have been one of the pillars that held up the ceiling as he stood in his customary stillness, present but lacking in the celebratory mood of those who had not been at the earlier meeting.
Until a vision of style and grace began to make her way towards him and the Tidebreaker drew in a slow breath and set his drink aside so that he could offer Flora a deep bow, waiting to speak until she made her intentions known.
True, he had grown familiar with his legs and he had mastered walking, running, and stairs, but there had been neither time nor opportunity to learn dancing. He had been content to stand on the sidelines and listen to the music, his stoic mien discouraging strangers from approaching as he concerned himself with his own thoughts. Others whirled around the dancefloor in handsome suits or bright dresses or outfits that had elements of both, and he admired the craftsmanship of their accessories and the deft movements of their feet, but he showed no inclination to try and join them.
He might have been one of the pillars that held up the ceiling as he stood in his customary stillness, present but lacking in the celebratory mood of those who had not been at the earlier meeting.
Until a vision of style and grace began to make her way towards him and the Tidebreaker drew in a slow breath and set his drink aside so that he could offer Flora a deep bow, waiting to speak until she made her intentions known.
