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WINTER GALA IS OPEN ~ !

Seen the sign? It’s everywhere.

And every little corner, and every little street, strident and glistening and snow everywhere. Statue here, statue there – North, South, East, West – they do call it the Square. There’s word they’re war heroes, or troubled hallows, or nothing of the sort. That might be ice they’re sculpted in – or the sliver in some champagne glass, because giants drink too, and the City knows things. The City doesn’t tell.

But the tap those statues once or twice, and tap them strong, and tap them well, and they’ll whisper a secret. The little Elf army scuttling about has seen better days for wear (mostly Thursdays), but they’re only three feet tall, and the silver powder on their cheek’s both rigidly applied, and rented. Kick’em. They’re fluent in seven languages, you know. They have a degree. Naghladi’gjamarai got a Nobel nomination last year; no one knows. The human reporter didn’t look down to his knee when he was interviewing. Humans, so damned righteous.

Like the lights everywhere can never go out.

Like they’re the first ones here, dancing all too merry.

Like it’s their celebration.

Like it’s not all coming out of their City taxes.

Idiots.

[ooc: OK, kids, as per Jesse instructions: please title your comment + replies in such a way that you mention if they're directed at anyone in particular. Free-for-all ball, enjoy ~ ! ]

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"I see nothing wrong with it so long as you still get out once in a while," Vash said kindly. "If anything you're probably much better-read than most of us! One of the nice things about this place is there's more time for reading."

"tell that to the others. I don't think my words are getting through their heads." But the warm tone returned with that phrase. Shifting her grip, she focused on the music and let a devilish grin crawl on her face.

"Ever foxtroted?"

"I should," he remarked. Then blinked at her question.

"Once. A while ago. If you're willing to push the boundaries of our luck we've been exploring tonight, we could give it a shot."

Her grin did not disappear with that answer. "Fortune favors the bold. It's not like i'm asking you to do a jig." She joked just as the music slipped into the appropriate beat for a four step.

"Just keep following my 'lead'." She assured him. "You're already proving yourself to be a divine dancer."

"Like I said before, the risk makes life more interesting," Vash said, that cheeky grin coming back to him. "Lead away and I'll do my best not to make a complete idiot out of myself."

"That's hard to do, since that comes naturally, no?" Again with the teasing, as they strutted forward, the odd 'couple' they were.

"I've heard it's quite charming," Vash said brightly, matching Zaheela's steps enough to keep up with her. "The ladies think it's adorable, you know."

"The idiot act? Maybe at first, but it gets old." Was the only response to that as they practiced the essential basics. Quickquick...slow...slow. "But overall, you make it turn out to be endearing."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Vash admitted, breaking eye contact to keep an eye on just what the hell he was doing for a second. He looked back up at her when he heard the latter compliment. "Well, thank you, I'm glad someone thinks so! I guess I'm amusing enough that I can pull it off."