Admittedly, Margo only had a basic understanding of how to dance. She’d never learned an official one before, much less anything with a partner.
Felix told her once that he had to learn how to dance at Camp. It was important to ARNEN that they teach survival and practical skills along with social and formal ones, and dancing seemed to be part of that latter half. That kind of dancing was like the ballroom dancing she’d read about, she was pretty sure. Fancy shmancy stuff.
He’d been paired off with a girl he liked, and his face got beet red when he talked about how he kept stepping on her toes on accident. He was… thirteen? Fourteen at the time?
It was weird to remember that they weren’t the same age anymore.
She quickly brushed the thought away, right as she accidentally stepped on the Sunwalker’s foot. Again.
They’d all taken turns helping her learn, and all of them had gotten stepped on at least once, though they said it wasn’t a big deal because she weighed nothing and their boots were very sturdy.
“Do we know if they have a member of the Golden Eye for her yet? Considering the short notice,” Lady Gertrude commented between correcting Margo’s posture and footwork.
“Well, there was a boy…”
“Apaka,” Margo nodded. “He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re gonna be friends. I can tell.”
Morgan laughed. “That so? Good. That’ll make dancing with him at the ball less awkward.”
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