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Arnold's left hand clasps Alsira's right hand in a lock at the level of her eyes, while his right touches her shoulder blade and supports her back — the partner's confident and precise movements demonstratively proclaim his rich experience in this field. His feet set them both into an elegant motion — the Knight of Sincerity does not avert his gaze from the scarlet eyes, his hands do not take advantage of the situation, and every action of his is filled with grace and attentiveness toward his partner.
- Is the most beautiful of lords concerned about the threat looming over Tezoth's future. - Keeping his promise, the Knight of Sincerity resolved to speak of the affairs in Tenerezz. - The Iron Lord crossed an unforgivable line by spilling brown paint onto the kingdom's map. Perhaps now others will follow his example? Doubts assail Her Magnificence, but the window for action narrows with each passing day.
As is proper, Alsira follows her partner's lead; her neat visage and jagged dance movements express nothing but confident, benevolent acceptance. Whether manipulated by a mysterious puppeteer or not, her manners are ingrained in the subconscious alongside her most basic life reflexes. Moreover, her current companion is gallant and careful, for which she is undoubtedly grateful. Somewhere around this moment, the music likely changes, and to her ears, as if from within, a frighteningly familiar name is heard; a moment later, she casts yet another foolish delusion far away.
— I have heard of that, albeit only in passing, quite often. — the moon lady replies to the cavalier. — To my deep shame, my dynasty has been quite frugal in adopting local customs, and the self-sufficient existence of the regional lands does not incline one toward that either. The news is alarming for all of us, but what is to be done now? The division of the colorful palette seems oppressive to me... A union of kindred colors, the protection of personal interests in the name of — my, alas, nature not inclined toward clever ambitions sees the best outcome for all peace-loving peoples.
- The gusty wind of changing times leaves no room for faith in tomorrow's well-being, but as long as your lips grant our ears the privilege of hearing acoustic colors, there is no end to hope, and so I beg — do not fall silent and do not lose your true essence: in the darkest moments, only beauty such as yours will become salvation for weary souls.
The Knight of Sincerity finished the dance on an extended arm, deftly stopping in time with the music — at the very moment when the ominous melody ended and the Daskwing priestess departed.