Lion Head Mesa go forth and have no fear [wp]

Aquene found herself almost guilty to be relieved that there were others not throwing their way down on the dancefloor… it brought some sense of relief that she was not a mere stick in the mud. She liked to think she was a fun wolf. Surely Towhee would not get along with her so well if anything else were the case, right? Or perhaps it was merely her missing her husband that had dampened her mood enough to simply partake in other parts of the celebration instead.
 
The woman whom she had previously spotted moved over to her, a warm and foreign accent causing her eyes to perk, a hint of recognition despite how it had faded in her husband… a soft smile forming on her features as she nodded. “I never learned how to do this ‘dancing’ thing that everyone else seems to know.” She joked lightly, though in many senses it was the truth. Neither the Bratva nor Mereo taught ‘dancing’ as a skill, unless it was some kind of term for fighting with others. “I apologize for staring… you just remind me of someone.” Someone she missed dearly, though she had no doubt the other woman had noticed.
 
She cleared her throat, shaking her head to pull her from her own thoughts. “I am Aquene… Aquene Ateneq, Matrona of Mereo.”