Well, this was oringally going to be a one shot, but someone said "please write more." so I did. I don't think this is as good as the first chapter, and I'm sorry.

First Encounter

Chapter 2

DG stood in front of the tall mirror in her room and watched her reflection. There was a ball tonight and she had gotten a new dress for the occasion. It was blue with a white sash around the waist.

She stuck her tongue out and tilted her head. She hated balls, not because of having to dress up, nor even the music, it was because she couldn't dance.

DG laced up her shoes and remember her father laughing and declaring her "untaught able" when it came to dancing. She frowned and opened the door.

The halls were empty, everyone having already being in the ballroom. The dark haired princess glanced down the hall where she should go and turned………..and walked the other way.

Treading the familiar track, soon she was in front of the laboratory. DG hadn't seen the quiet inventor for awhile, he had been busy working on something called a Sun Seeder. He was probably still in there, working away, oblivious to the ball going on just down the hall.

She entered and found him pouring over charts and diagrams, once again looking like he didn't have time for sleep.

"Hi, Ambrose!" she called.

"Hm?" the advisor emerged from the papers, "Oh! Hello, DG. How are you?"

Ambrose stacked up the charts and diagrams and turned his full attention toward her. After all, she was the only one to ever venture all the way back here to see him.

She sighed, "I have to go to the ball." her slippered feet scrapped on the floor as she went over to examine the contents of a table. "but I can't dance."

Ambrose smiled "Everyone can dance, you just have to find your rhythm."

DG looked up at him with her bright blue eyes "Really?"

He nodded, making her smile "Ok, I guess I'll try again, but," the girl seized his sleeve, "you're coming with me."

"But-but I have to-" he tried but was cut off by the five annual-old.

"Nope! You're in here too much, you need a break Ambrose." and saying so, she drug him promptly out of the cold lab.

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Ambrose felt awkward among the elegantly dressed figures twirling around the dance floor. So awkward in fact, that if he wasn't being pulled through it by DG who, sadly he admits, is his only friend, he would have turned and left immediately.

The small girl stopped in the middle of the room and smiled sweetly up at him.

"Will you dance with me?"

How could he refuse? He tales her tiny hand and she weaves her little fingers into his long, thin ones. He slowly steps to the right and she follows, stepping on his foot.

"I'm sorry, I'm terrible." she murmurs quietly and he bends down to her level.

"No you're not, just relax and listen to the music, ok?"

She nods and takes a deep breath. Starting again, they take a step to the right, then back, left, forward. Moving as one, turning with the music, enveloped by the gentle tune.

DG becomes lost in it, no longer worrying about her dancing and Ambrose feels a smile tug at his lips. She is dancing beautifully.

The song dwindles to a close and they come to a stop. The princess grins up at him. "That was fun! I'm so glad you're here!"

"So am I," he said, no longer feeling as awkward in the strange crowd. "So am I."