Dawnlark Plains [m] But you walked by like you never heard

He watched.

Uncertain but enchanted in a way. Dagur had never been a dancer, not like a sylph. When he had danced it was like a wielded knife that sought blood — prey or predator.

He moved now with a fluidness like a circling hawk. The distance he kept was respectful but he moved around the dancing figure in a wide circle. He watched each step with an eagerness to see what came next.