♦:Slow dancing~
“A masquerade ball, huh?”
Deep down, it was something Evanelia had always enjoyed. Her parents had always shunned such silly things, being the strictest and most rudimentary of Farstriders, but that had never stopped her from sneaking out to enter a party or two.
Even now, with her life in Quel’thalas merely a part of her past, she often visited to check on the parents she’d left behind, because despite everything, she still cared about how they were doing.
It just so happened that during this particular visit, someone of high status was holding a masquerade ball.
After a quick visit to the Silvermoon auction house, Evanelia had constructed an impromptu outfit, complete with a mask that would completely conceal her identity. No one would recognize her, and in all her craftiness, she knew she could at least talk her way into this party regardless of the certainty that there was a very specific guest list.
And that’s just what she did. Although she’d never made it into the Farstriders like her parents had wanted her to, it was definitely not for lack of skill and potential. She crept in effortlessly, and her warm, friendly attitude gained her more conversation than suspicion.
After dancing with several young men — all far beyond her own social status, but all seemingly none the wiser, much to her amusement — she retreated to a wall to rest. Beside her, a solitary youth stood, acknowledging her with a nod.
Evanelia smiled and waved. “Are you here by yourself?”
“No,” he replied. “Well, kind of. I’m here as sort of an escort, I guess.” He gestured with his head to another, older man in the distance.
“Ah. Servant?”
“Not quite…”
“Oh. Well, it doesn’t matter! Do you wanna dance?”
He looked surprised. Not one person had asked him throughout the entire night. “I really shouldn’t.”
“Come on. It’s just one dance. If you’re not a servant, then I know you aren’t getting paid to just stand around.”
Before he could try to counter that reasoning, she had pulled him to the floor. The music turned slow, and she eased herself and her partner into it seamlessly. Although her form was imperfect, she was quick to assume lead. All of her partners before had had that position, and she was ready for a change.
"Who are you?” he suddenly asked halfway through. “You can’t possibly be anyone of high status. You act… very differently from them.”
“Well, you got me there,” Evanelia replied with a grin. “But let’s not complicate things with names. I mean, what good is that if you’re not gonna see me after this?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of men pointing in her direction. As she turned her head to focus on them a little better, she noticed that three of them were headed her way.
“Halt! You are unauthorized to be here!”
She separated from her partner with a chuckle, then patted him on the shoulder. “Nice dancing with you, but I should really get going. Have a good night!” With that, she ran off full-tilt toward the door, shedding her gown along the way. Thank goodness it was too big for her frame; it allowed her to wear her leather armor underneath.
As the guards chased his mysterious dance partner and she disappeared from view, the man was left hoping he hadn’t just danced with a criminal.
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