"Are you in?"
"How about a little later, Anuion? I mean, I'm eating, I want to dance some... You like to dance, why don't you for a bit. We should let everyone settle down a bit. Or, you could try inebriating Beth to make our job easier while I talk to Lyra. Okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."
Leaving Anuion with a confused look on his face (maybe that is just how he looks, I don't know), Rytien went back to talking to Lyra. Now that she had gotten him out of her hair...
"Care to dance, Treekiller?" the hobbit asked.
Rytien laughed, "Of course, though I wish the macarena were not the dance you're talking about! I am much better at another one, Far Dareis Mai, even if you will not believe me!" Standing next to Lyra they shook it to the macarena, Rytien a bit stiffly, but not bad.
"Sorry about the whole sword thing. I forgot in my excitement. You know, I wonder about these awards. I mean, what kind of awards can they give out?" Rytien searched the room, still dancing, getting a bit more loose. "I saw Aman and Anuion. They look nice, Anuion a bit strange, but doesn't he always? He's already plotting, and I saw his little 'number' with you. He's a bit scary."
Suddenly Rytien's eyes found Trippo, the hippopatomus. She shook her head. That thing scared her, even more than Anuion. She might not be Tolkien, but atleast she was human! She focused her thoughts on the music for a moment, then shivered. It was spanish, or at least it sounded like it. Spanish. Tormenting memories of the three years of trying to learn spanish from a person who couldn't speak her own language crossed her mind, but she shut them out.
Back to the happy party. She smiled, dancing almost as well as the hobbit, her stiffness leaving her. "This is a great party. Even if the music is sucky, I always hate the music. Well...I seem to have lost my 'cultured' way of speaking. Oh well. Too many words."
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]
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