One two three, one two three.
Their movements were fluid and in perfect concert.
Natural turn, change, reverse turn.
It was evident the couple were well practiced. They moved as one, flawlessly executing the maneuvers of a traditional Gilnean waltz. Rosalind smiled, nearly stopping Ellister mid-chasse.
“Enjoying yourself?” He was lost in her happiness, nearly missing a step of the double reverse spin.
“Indeed, despite your apparent distraction!” Her laughter was bright and good natured. Ellister cleared his throat.
“I am merely human; one cannot expect a man to focus on his feet when such a lady does occupy his arms.” With a charming grin, he gracefully twirled her into an underarm turn.