// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
Grinning to her as he completes the first dance without seeming like a newborn calf by the end of it, Thorn is infinitely pleased about the result of this dance. Only for it to completely get turned on its head when the next song comes. Tugged back to her side in the line, Thorn tries to feel for the music and the instruction that Colt offers, stomping left and right and back again to the steady beat of the song.
A bright laugh escapes the courtesan as they get better with it, as those around them also help them and he feels the tap of her boot against his. Feeling a little more into it this round too, he returns the playfulness, tapping his own against hers in a mirrored mimicry, adding to the partner flourish. “S’not too bad!” Thorn calls over toward Colt with that same bright grin.
A bright laugh escapes the courtesan as they get better with it, as those around them also help them and he feels the tap of her boot against his. Feeling a little more into it this round too, he returns the playfulness, tapping his own against hers in a mirrored mimicry, adding to the partner flourish. “S’not too bad!” Thorn calls over toward Colt with that same bright grin.
THORN
