Two Eyes Cenote [WP] You don't have to be a star

Eset laughs into the spin, her bronze-ticked tail fanning out gracefully behind her. She hooks an arm at Moss’s elbow but he is surefooted enough to leave her a bit winded.

“Desert dances take only practice, wolf of Kvarsheim,” she grins as his eyes catch a flicker and gleam like two emeralds in the lowlight.

All the women of Shuyet’s menagerie were taught to  dance, something she was not inordinately gifted in. But she finds herself enjoying the steps now, which are not so languid- but brisk, leaving her breathless and absorbed in the movements, even moreso in unison with the partner she was warming to.

“You learn quickly, Moss!” She compliments breathlessly as the fellahin’s aria fades to stamps of riveting applause.