[ It's okay not to know these things. There was something about those words that made her pause, staring at him in bewilderment—with so much of her life consisting of others withholding knowledge from her, it seemed even more important that she know as much as possible, enough so that there were times she would be upset about it.
Yet those words incited only a sense of reassurance rather than annoyance or concern—maybe it had to do with the person who said them, who perhaps knew more about her vulnerabilities than he realised.
And for once she doesn't mind it as much, the air around her softening with this new acceptance.
The questions she had for him fall silent, dashed away when he pulled her attention to the change in music. Closing her eyes, the melodist allowed herself to be lost in the sound, subconsciously relaxing against the boy with a faint smile. ]
It seems rousing. [ Which given the people making their way to the dance floor, was probably the point. ] Whoever wrote it must have had celebrations like this one in mind, or they are that fond of movement. It... glides in the air, almost.
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Yet those words incited only a sense of reassurance rather than annoyance or concern—maybe it had to do with the person who said them, who perhaps knew more about her vulnerabilities than he realised.
And for once she doesn't mind it as much, the air around her softening with this new acceptance.
The questions she had for him fall silent, dashed away when he pulled her attention to the change in music. Closing her eyes, the melodist allowed herself to be lost in the sound, subconsciously relaxing against the boy with a faint smile. ]
It seems rousing. [ Which given the people making their way to the dance floor, was probably the point. ] Whoever wrote it must have had celebrations like this one in mind, or they are that fond of movement. It... glides in the air, almost.