He laughed, which was a far improvement from their last adventure. And his response was well-earned, she supposed. Crimson blossomed across her cheeks beneath the mask and she bit her lip, conveniently finding other things more interesting to look at.
And there was plenty of that. There were all kinds of kinds as he led her further into the affair. Her dress, though bright, seemed to have been a relatively tame choice by comparison. One woman's gown looked like the transition between summer and autumn, the leaves trembling as she moved. Another fellow glimmered like a peacock, iridescent in the warm lighting.
She turned back to look sidelong up at him with the peace offering of tiny cakes. Placating her with sweets wouldn't make her any less arch. Well, it
would, technically, since it required hands.
Raigryn apologized for how many times he would have to explain her silence, but
Fife shrugged. She touched her slim fingers to her throat and shook her head, then looked up with another shrug and a small smile. She couldn't speak, but that wasn't so bad. Not anymore, at least. The world seemed a different place now, and she changed within it. Wandering across the continent and back again, forging strange new relationships in faraway places, she'd found freedom in releasing some of her fears of the world.
But those were heavy self-examinations she didn't want to think about this evening. She was thinking instead of tiny cakes, the sparkling drinks in people's hands, and the colorful and mysterious people present. How interesting they all seemed!
One on particular she only spotted because she had suddenly rushed up to her and seized her hand. Fife startled, jerking instinctively toward her mentor and turning wide eyes to what appeared to be both woman and dog. Deeply confused, Fife could really only stare at her as she spoke. A dog person could speak but she couldn't. Fate made jokes all the time.
Fife glanced up at Raigryn nervously, but smiled halfheartedly as the dog lady spun to show off her dress. She nodded. Dress buddies, whatever that meant. She took her hand again and started gushing about being pretty in their dresses and being the prettiest people here and... dancing?
The very friendly dog lady only gave her a heartbeat to process and Fife's eyes widened and her mouth opened. Dancing?! Before she could protest she was nearly yanked off her feet, and she stepped hurriedly after her so she didn't fall. Glancing back over her shoulder toward her mentor, her expression wholly begged to be saved.
But the traitor merely picked up a cake and gestured that he'd be
keeping close, but not saving her. The betrayal!
Her pleading expression shifted to shock as she was pulled through the crowds to dance. She couldn't dance! Not with a stranger! Fife faced forward again, thoroughly on her own for this one. Her heart was racing as she was pulled past a room full of much taller figures. She was fine, she told herself. He wouldn't have let her go if he didn't really think she'd be alright.