When one danced alone, one could predict every beat, every turn. Every piaffe was hardly a surprise, and there was no wonder or amazement to the music you created. That didn't mean that it was not still enjoyable, but life was always a bit more fun with the element of surprise, was it not?
They ever so loved partner dances, it made them think, kept them on the tips of their hooves and kept surprising them with every new move.
But they were sadly left to dance alone, and they simply allowed their lips to twitch upward ever so imperceptibly. If they were to have an audience, they ought to put on a show worth watching. Each movement was perfectly timed to the beat they created, the rhythm building upon itself so that any listening would have expectations as to how the song would proceed, and Seree made certain to fulfill those expectations and leave their audience smiling.
"Pardon me,"
Seree opened their eyes from where the green orbs had been closed in dance, and they found that they were facing away from the stallion who had spoken to them. Without breaking the beat, they dipped into one final turn and re-oriented themself to face him, allowing their hooves to still as they looked back to him, crown of golden antlers tilting inquisitively at the man of mottled blacks and whites.
"Is this the way to the Night Court?"
Why yes, it most certainly was. But Seree was in a playful mood, still riding high on the exhilaration of dance and song. Music still sang in their veins and it spilled from their lips in laughter of a similarly jaunting kind.
"That depends, what brings you to the land of my people?"
They stepped forward as they said it, their natural inclination to be close to others bringing them several steps forward so that the two now stood as close as those in friendly conversation might. Seree showed no ill will or suspicion in their tone or visage, only playful teasing and understanding that this man whose very air screams him to be soft-spoken means no harm. They only wished to play a bit, and had no doubt that this new stranger was innocent in his intentions. He carried himself with anything but the air of a warrior.
@Mikhael
OOC: Sorry for the delay! Started the new semester ^^;
