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[Oct. 5] [Original] A Villanelle for Dancing
Title: A Villanelle for Dancing
Day/Theme: Oct. 5, 2009 "The cat learns a festival dance"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia & Bashir
Rating: G
Saselia grabbed his hand and yanked her friend into the midst of the dancing townsfolk. He stumbled slightly over his own clumsy feet. "It's not so hard, Bashir," she laughed, "You're overthinking it." Easily enough, Saselia fell into time with the beat, moving roughly in accord with the local people. She tugged him around only hoping that he would stop looking over at that man sitting harmlessly on his porch and focus his full attention on dancing. Lack of focus: that was definitely his main problem. He tripped again, one boot catching on the other. It had to be because he was allowing himself to be distracted. What could possibly be so interesting about that man and his retinue?
Saselia stomped her foot and clapped, going along smoothly with the change in tune as the impromptu little band struck up another tune. She tried to catch a glimpse of the object of Bashir's attention without losing the rhythm or bumping into any of the people around her. It became easier once she let his fingers slip through her grasp. He was taken off guard and, newly loosed by her motion, he bumbled into a young girl spinning around with her patchwork doll to his right. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized. He stepped away out of the dancing and looked back at Saselia. With her looped braids swinging her dandelion skirt blooming beautifully all around her she made a colorful sight. He wondered at how Saselia, and Simcha too, for that matter, had learned the art of fitting in wherever they went and having a good time surrounded by, or even specifically with, people they had never met before and might very well never meet again. But there would be plenty of time to think about his companions later, so he could not waste this opportunity to see if he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing. His thoughts stumbled about into something roughly resembling order as he edged up alongside the row of white houses to get a better look at the man on the balcony without exposing himself to view.
Saselia spun and twirled, without any idea as to what Bashir was doing. Perhaps he had just noticed someone he knew.
Day/Theme: Oct. 5, 2009 "The cat learns a festival dance"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia & Bashir
Rating: G
Saselia grabbed his hand and yanked her friend into the midst of the dancing townsfolk. He stumbled slightly over his own clumsy feet. "It's not so hard, Bashir," she laughed, "You're overthinking it." Easily enough, Saselia fell into time with the beat, moving roughly in accord with the local people. She tugged him around only hoping that he would stop looking over at that man sitting harmlessly on his porch and focus his full attention on dancing. Lack of focus: that was definitely his main problem. He tripped again, one boot catching on the other. It had to be because he was allowing himself to be distracted. What could possibly be so interesting about that man and his retinue?
Saselia stomped her foot and clapped, going along smoothly with the change in tune as the impromptu little band struck up another tune. She tried to catch a glimpse of the object of Bashir's attention without losing the rhythm or bumping into any of the people around her. It became easier once she let his fingers slip through her grasp. He was taken off guard and, newly loosed by her motion, he bumbled into a young girl spinning around with her patchwork doll to his right. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized. He stepped away out of the dancing and looked back at Saselia. With her looped braids swinging her dandelion skirt blooming beautifully all around her she made a colorful sight. He wondered at how Saselia, and Simcha too, for that matter, had learned the art of fitting in wherever they went and having a good time surrounded by, or even specifically with, people they had never met before and might very well never meet again. But there would be plenty of time to think about his companions later, so he could not waste this opportunity to see if he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing. His thoughts stumbled about into something roughly resembling order as he edged up alongside the row of white houses to get a better look at the man on the balcony without exposing himself to view.
Saselia spun and twirled, without any idea as to what Bashir was doing. Perhaps he had just noticed someone he knew.