[How could such a salacious woman also be so very embarrassed about her nature? - or be a good dancer without confidence?
... not that Sieglinde, with her feet the way they were, knew anything about dancing. She eyed Olivia with an arched brow, looking between her and Masamune... though not denying anything.
Objectively speaking, she was rather feminine looking...]
Of course not together... I doubt your styles would be compatible...
[ olivia glances between masamune and sieglinde, lips parting and closing on two separate but equally distressing responses. in the end, she opts to answer sieglinde rather than address the blatant compliment of the man she isn't even meant to be looking at anymore, because how even. ]
F-Forgive me, but that has nothing to do with anything, [ she winds up saying, in a voice remarkably steady and strong, despite her earlier fragility. she swallows the lump in her throat, giving sieglinde a rather Serious Look. ]
Dancing isn't just about the music or the style — it's the feelings behind it, and the emotions you're trying to convey.
[ she sits up a little straighter, looking between the two. challenge accepted, sieglinde! ]
But if it's compatibility you're looking for, I'll match any style I see.
What do you usually go for? Maybe we already have common ground. [ the emotions he means in particular. Olivia seems to have a backbone for certain things which is interesting so he feels no need to back her up over that. Plus, these two girls... what a strange situation. ]
[Sieglinde definitely didn't get it. She knew little about dance to begin with besides what she'd seen in pictures, or the occasional witch's mass- though that was more frenetic than proper dance...
But she wasn't really thinking about emotions so much as styles- the way Masamune had explained what sort of dance he was familiar with hadn't sounded like anything she knew, for starters...
Before she could say anything to that effect, though, Masamune spoke up- and Sieglinde just shrugged.]
If you would rather pair than perform solo...
[Who was she to say- perhaps the woman appreciated both sexes???]
[ yes Sieglinde it's time for you to learn that you can have a thing for both sexes apparently at Olivia's expense. Masamune tilts his head a bit, thinking a moment on it. ] ...actually, I haven't seen any fans in this place at all.
[ apparently hand fans were nonexistent in the high Middle Ages of Europe this is awful news to me cries. ] I don't think I can go through the motions well without it. ...You need them to help keep balance as much as for show. [ he seems disappointed. It's how he learned his balance and footwork for his six-sword combat style , so to think nothing like the fans which are highly regarded back home is quite tragic. Chantes makes him homesick. Not because he wants to go home but Chantes lacks too much that he is used to. And what he knew of the west in his timeline was much more elegant and diverse, too.
He just really doesn't have anything nice to say about this world. There are no perks whatsoever. ]. But... I'll show you when we can obtain them or something like them, sound good? [ he looks to Olivia a bit hopefully that she'll take the raincheck. People to dance with are rare especially ones who take it serious in its execution. ]
[This was so very bizarre to someone who had almost no idea about dance. Sieglinde just sort of sits where she was, eyes slightly wide, her grip on her charcoal rather loose.
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
[ olivia watches and listens to masamune speak with rapt attention, eyes as wide as sieglinde's, but with less confusion and more intrigue. the moment he mentions fans, she already conjures up an image in her mind, or an old dance she'd had the privilege to witness during one of her troupe's travels. it was beautiful and breathtaking, and though she'd only seen it once, she can already recall how the body bends and spins with the help of those fans.
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
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... not that Sieglinde, with her feet the way they were, knew anything about dancing. She eyed Olivia with an arched brow, looking between her and Masamune... though not denying anything.
Objectively speaking, she was rather feminine looking...]
Of course not together... I doubt your styles would be compatible...
[Gee, Olivia, she meant back to back...]
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F-Forgive me, but that has nothing to do with anything, [ she winds up saying, in a voice remarkably steady and strong, despite her earlier fragility. she swallows the lump in her throat, giving sieglinde a rather Serious Look. ]
Dancing isn't just about the music or the style — it's the feelings behind it, and the emotions you're trying to convey.
[ she sits up a little straighter, looking between the two. challenge accepted, sieglinde! ]
But if it's compatibility you're looking for, I'll match any style I see.
[ on her honor as a dancer! ]
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But she wasn't really thinking about emotions so much as styles- the way Masamune had explained what sort of dance he was familiar with hadn't sounded like anything she knew, for starters...
Before she could say anything to that effect, though, Masamune spoke up- and Sieglinde just shrugged.]
If you would rather pair than perform solo...
[Who was she to say- perhaps the woman appreciated both sexes???]
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I don't really know the names, [ she admits in a tiny voice. none of her dances ever really occurred or transpired through "official" settings. ]
But if you wouldn't mind showing me, sir, I can adjust accordingly.
I'm so sad google revealed this to me cry
[ apparently hand fans were nonexistent in the high Middle Ages of Europe this is awful news to me cries. ] I don't think I can go through the motions well without it. ...You need them to help keep balance as much as for show. [ he seems disappointed. It's how he learned his balance and footwork for his six-sword combat style , so to think nothing like the fans which are highly regarded back home is quite tragic. Chantes makes him homesick. Not because he wants to go home but Chantes lacks too much that he is used to. And what he knew of the west in his timeline was much more elegant and diverse, too.
He just really doesn't have anything nice to say about this world. There are no perks whatsoever. ]. But... I'll show you when we can obtain them or something like them, sound good? [ he looks to Olivia a bit hopefully that she'll take the raincheck. People to dance with are rare especially ones who take it serious in its execution. ]
i'm so sad I didn't realize it was my tag
Fans, and styles, and... imagining what in the world sort of dancing Olivia did in that outfit.
She's about to comment on that, but in that moment the skull-faced beast chose to sit up and begin scratching behind it's exposed jawbone with its rear leg, the thumping disturbing her drawing papers and making her flail her arms at the thing to push its tail off her with the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.
Damn it... unnammed skull-face thing.]
how dare u
she gets it.
without thinking, her hand grasps his forearm, resting just above his wrist to give it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'd be honored.
[ the softness of her voice is broken up by the commotion just a few feet away from them, and, as if torn away from a dream, olivia glances back towards her hostess and the sight she's making with her... skull-dog thing.
a beat, and then olivia seems to remember herself, and hastily draws her hand away with an embarrassed flush. she clears her throat a little, straightening up on her knees. ]
I didn't know you drew, Sieglinde. May I see...?