[ There are some things about this that definitely do not go as anticipated — the hands around his waist are one of them, and even Will isn't above a startled yelp as he's unceremoniously tossed onto a table... but Basilio metaphorically throwing him into the frying-pan isn't something that Will can't handle in stride!
Courage check? Eloquence check? Yep! Got it! Will can make sure this all blows over in a way that settles nicely.
Clearing his throat, the royal candidate musters a very slight bow from the shoulders, and then smiles, and addresses the gathered audience: ]
...Since you've all been kind enough to invite me to this party, I thought I'd start the night off with an eldan dance of my own. My dancing is not especially remarkable, but since precious few people have lived with the elda to tell of their culture, I'm sure this will at least be something of a rare sight. Please join me in dancing if you'd like.
[ With that short speech, he begins his dance.
The tavern bards stopped playing when Basilio called for everyone's attention, so, a little awkwardly, Will has to set his own beat at first. Fortunately, eldan dancing is a little like tap dancing — most of the movement is in the legs — and he's able to start his own rhythm off by clipping his heels against the hollow table. Once he settles into the rhythm of it, Will is elegant enough, and the musicians start improvising something to the new beat he's set. Thinking fast, Will bends low so that he can deftly sweep up a slightly upended tablecloth from another table (a young woman gasps as the cloth is yanked out from under her drink without spilling it*) so that he can fan it out behind him as he spins and twirls. As small as he is, half his height is in his legs, making him appropriately suited for the relatively leggy movements of what he claims is an eldan dance.
(*Note: this was not as hard as it sounds. The girl's drink was only sitting on the edge of the tablecloth, but the people in the tavern farthest from her wouldn't necessarily have seen that, so some in attendance may have wound up thinking that Will pulled a much flashier move than he actually did.)
After some moments of grandstanding, Will spins one more time and tosses the length of cloth to Basilio. You punk, you'd better join him in dancing now! ]
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[ There are some things about this that definitely do not go as anticipated — the hands around his waist are one of them, and even Will isn't above a startled yelp as he's unceremoniously tossed onto a table... but Basilio metaphorically throwing him into the frying-pan isn't something that Will can't handle in stride!
Courage check? Eloquence check? Yep! Got it! Will can make sure this all blows over in a way that settles nicely.
Clearing his throat, the royal candidate musters a very slight bow from the shoulders, and then smiles, and addresses the gathered audience: ]
...Since you've all been kind enough to invite me to this party, I thought I'd start the night off with an eldan dance of my own. My dancing is not especially remarkable, but since precious few people have lived with the elda to tell of their culture, I'm sure this will at least be something of a rare sight. Please join me in dancing if you'd like.
[ With that short speech, he begins his dance.
The tavern bards stopped playing when Basilio called for everyone's attention, so, a little awkwardly, Will has to set his own beat at first. Fortunately, eldan dancing is a little like tap dancing — most of the movement is in the legs — and he's able to start his own rhythm off by clipping his heels against the hollow table. Once he settles into the rhythm of it, Will is elegant enough, and the musicians start improvising something to the new beat he's set. Thinking fast, Will bends low so that he can deftly sweep up a slightly upended tablecloth from another table (a young woman gasps as the cloth is yanked out from under her drink without spilling it*) so that he can fan it out behind him as he spins and twirls. As small as he is, half his height is in his legs, making him appropriately suited for the relatively leggy movements of what he claims is an eldan dance.
(*Note: this was not as hard as it sounds. The girl's drink was only sitting on the edge of the tablecloth, but the people in the tavern farthest from her wouldn't necessarily have seen that, so some in attendance may have wound up thinking that Will pulled a much flashier move than he actually did.)
After some moments of grandstanding, Will spins one more time and tosses the length of cloth to Basilio. You punk, you'd better join him in dancing now! ]