Fanfic:A Dance
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He was just turned eighteen, in the late winter months of Ebou Dar
The music was peaceful as a duet strummed away on a lute or played the flute, setting a tranquil mood for the dimly lit common room of the Red Boar, a good tavern in Ebou Dar. More surprising that it was in the Rahad. It was the perfect night for a dance, even if it were near the middle of winter. A low fire was roaring in the hearth, and there were few candles, creating a dim and calm atmosphere in the room. Tables and benches had been moved aside to allow for dancing, and more than a few couples were moving slowly to the tune, dressed in their best clothes.
One would never think these people were of the lower classes, or even of the thieves of the city.
Jerid made his way through the pairs that danced slowly, his eyes glittering in the firelight as the gold flecks danced. A part of his mind was focused on the dance, of how it had come to be. It was something that everyone had poured their hearts and souls into, if only to enjoy a few hours. Still it was wonderful to escape a world gone insane for those few hours.
Most of his mind was focused on the knot of emotions and feelings in his head. She was near, something that Jerid could tell. Only a few feet away, but out of sight. There was the feeling of joy and excitement, and one of love. It was something he felt as well, in his own soul.
The thief was dressed in his best clothes, something that was fit for something like the event at hand but not for noble gatherings. He was clad in a pair of green woolen breaches and white wool shirt, which he wore under a jacket of black leather, calf high leather boots, and his finger held the amethyst set silver ring he had never taken off. His hair was groomed as well as he could manage and he was clean shaven. And his feet were anxious for a dance. One could always enjoy a good dance.
He passed between a pair who were all but lost in the music to find himself gazing on an image of beauty that made him gasp. He stood looking before a beautiful young woman, his own age and dressed for the occasion. Light brown hair fell in waves to her waist, framing a beautiful heart shaped face. Her green eyes were sparkling like gemstones, holding a happiness that mirrored Jerid's own. She stood just a fist shorter than her, slender and looking as if she could outrun the wind. The young woman was clad in a dress of bright green wool of the finest quality, suited to this one night; around her wrist was a bracelet of braided leather and around her neck was a pendant holding a small moonstone. It was from her that the bond flowed.
Jerid smiled as he neared Erin, and it seemed as if time slowed. He had known her since fourteen, had been in love with her since sixteen. She was his partner as well, often commented as one of the best pairs in the city and able to react to each other's movements; the Whitecloaks outside the city had proven that much. For Jerid, he couldn't have done anything so daring without Erin. She was creative and intelligent and a bit reckless as well; the best dancer he had witnessed.
The thief approached his partner, his world suddenly going snail-slow as he bowed with his arms spread. There was a faint sense of amusement overlapped with a stronger feeling of pleasant surprise; Jerid had rarely bowed to anyone except a Wise Woman in the last few months. In his heart, Jerid would have bowed to no one but Erin. The courtesy was returned when Erin curtseyed with the same respect. There was a small smile on her lips as she stood straight again, perhaps a response to the feeling of being honored flowing across the bond from Jerid. Both were completely oblivious to the whispers and smiles of those pairs around them; the moment seemed to exist for only them.
On any other night, Jerid would have been planning or executing a heist or robbery, a more mischievous side of him, one filled with more pride. Now there was a humble sense about him, one that surfaced as the music reached his ears. He held out a hand, his eyes on Erin's as he asked softly, "May I have the honor of this dance, my Lady?"
Erin smiled back and took the extended hand, answering as softly, "It is what we're here for, isn't it?" Jerid only grinned.
Time seemed to slow for the thief again as the dance began, as he fell into the motions and the sound of the music and emotions of their bond.
