Ch. 3 – One Feet made of Aire
"No no, with the beat. You can't just flounce around; you have to at least keep time properly." Connor laughingly chided as he guided Davina through the steps of a waltz. "Come on, concentrate. One two three, one two three, one two and a twrily twirly twir..." He cut of abruptly as the last spin ended with the two vampires in a heap on the floor.
Davina groaned as she extracted herself from Connor's laughing form. "I don't see what's so funny. I mean, it's not like this is the first time I've landed us on the floor today."
He chuckled as he stood, dusting himself off. "If I'd known teaching a druid to dance was going to be this hard, I would have taken Seamus up on that bet." His accented voice held a humor that Davina couldn't help but smile at.
There was something about his voice that meant safety to her. Nothing mystical or magical, just a soft Irish accent that wrapped her in a warm blanket of comfort. She placed a hand on his chest and smiled into his brown eyes. "A bet, huh?"
"Yeah, he said something about me not being able to dance my way out of a box, so how could I possibly teach our lovely Davina to dance." Connor caressed the hand that lay on his chest.
"I don't see why Hans insisted that I learn to dance. It's not like I'm powerful or important to his power base." She looked away. "Honestly, who would notice if I didn't dance?"
Connor laid a gentle hand on her face, turning her to meet his eyes. "More people then you would think. This ball will be attended by the Master every major city on the west coast, and more then a few of them will be curious about you. The manner in which you were turned and the power you held has made them wonder about you. Hans, as Master of Seattle, must show them that you are well and fitting into the Kiss or he will appear weak. And don't ever say that you aren't important." His lips brushed tenderly across hers. "And now," Connor said as he took her hand and guided her around the dance floor. "We dance!"