[Orual]

Talômi could feel his sister's eyes--and smirk--on his back as he led Eärwen onto the dance floor. He made quite a business out of ignored her, and smiling his most charmingly at Eärwen. The elf's raven hair, strung with white gems, shifted in a most appealing way as she walked...his face flushing, Talômi tried to keep his mind on not stepping on his partner's feet with his heavy (if clean) boots.

The dance was lively and quick, which was fine with Talômi. His face might have burned to cinders if it had been a slow dance. It was also agreeable to him that the lights were low; perhaps Eärwen couldn't see his face, which matched approximately in colour with his hair.

"You're a wonderful dancer," he said, looking down quickly as she met his gaze. He could see her grin, and hoped that she didn't think him too much of a fool. Unfortunately, 'down' wasn't all that much better; his eyes caught on her anklet, with a white gem to match those in her hair, and he found himself thinking about her slender, pale ankle. He figured that her eyes were the better place for him to concentrate on, and he firmly set himself to look at them. "Thank you for dancing with me," he said as the music ended, and bowed low, the best bow that his father had taught him. "Would you like something to drink?"