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Saeryn smiled at the sight of the twins. She'd gotten used to their presence and enjoyed it greatly, though she had not seen them in several days due to her own recent persistance at hiding from the world when unneeded. Now she politely excused herself from Gudryn and Æðel and crossed the hall nudged Garreth in the ribs, and reaching up to do so.
"Dancin', ye say," she poked at him with an open smile and laughter in her eyes. "Ye see our new minstrel, and he's a'goin' to play us a tune. Manawyth, something fit for laughter?"
She was still cautious with the Dunlending, still unsure of him, but willing to play. If she could not poke and prod him as she could every other member of their small community, she wanted to know quickly. And more the better if her request was able to put these big men at their ease.
Manawyth looked at Saeryn with uncertain emotion in his eyes. Just as the silence became nearly uncomfortable, he nodded almost imperceptibly and his weathered fingers plucked an airy tune.
Saeryn took Garreth by the large, calloused hand, and pulled him into a bright bit of dance with neither rhyme nor reason. Ducking beneath his arm, she took Harreld as well and allowed the surprised man to spin her. Clapping her hands lightly and letting her bare feet take her whither they would on the path of the melody, she found herself before Eodwine and Falco, hand extended, thoughtless but for the joy of motion.
"Come, master of the hall, here is a song and these men called for a dance. And look," she pouted prettily, never ceasing the bright step, "they've gone and stopped. You'd not let a lass dance alone, now would you?"
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