Luneshale Pass [aaf] the weight of history

there was delight in her at his skill, and his well practiced step. they moved well together—all would see it. and he might well have heard her singing at its merriest parts; Toula was absorbed by it, by this moment! so many around them, but the flame burned too bright between them for her to see any but the one before her very clearly. 
around her he now revolved—and then, he was changing it! instinct, to follow him then. Toula felt comfortable then, safe between those strong arms; and she permitted him the moment to kiss worshipfully at her ankle. 
and then she swept away, spinning prettily in a small semi-circle as she took control of herself once more. it was a wonder she could move at all; her knees felt terribly weak! she drew nearer again, dancing in a tighter circle around him then—as the dance demanded.
only if I might know you, not for the competition of it, no—the words said for no other reason than for him to know he was not alone in this wish, and that she too wanted to learn him as desperately as he wished to know her. 
this all felt like a dream; she laughed gayly as the pulse of the song quickened. she had waited long to lay her eyes upon him, and she could not say she was at all disappointed!