A Midsummer Night's Dance

The stranger was a skittish thing, cautious as a wild animal and reminding Jigano a little of how he had been early on in his arrival upon Caido. His smile quirked wryly at the memories, but his long, elegant fingers closed lightly around Virion's hand, a deliberate choice to allow another's touch on this night of revelry and joyous abandon. It made a difference to be the one making the offer, to do his duties as bard and entertainer, even if he usually preferred to dance alone. But he had danced with Melita and they had laughed and spun in the sparkling will o wisps and moonlight, and he could do the same again, he told himself firmly.

His skin was warm and dry beneath the other man's touch, his hand callused with the work of harps and hilts, though the inkstains had been scrubbed from them in honor of the party. "It would be my honor," he said with a grin for the other man's seemingly light hesitance. "Though really, so long as we keep to the beat we should be fine!" He pulled Virion towards the other dancers - mostly Fae, though an odd sphere of vegetation was rolling around the dancing clearing too - and glanced back at his partner with a blue-eyed smile. "I'm Jigano, by the way. Who are you? I don't think I've seen you around the Settlement before...?" Which didn't mean much. There were plenty of people he'd never met formally in the Hollowed Grounds, but the dark stranger's height was unusual for a Natural, and his appearance was striking enough that the bard knew he would have remembered him if he'd seen him before.