The dancing goes on, the music was amped temporally and now returning to its slow melodies. Kirsten already lost count of how many twirls and harmonious cortes she did, but she was ready to do more. 

Or perhaps a breather would do. Sweats were already formed on her forehead, and she tried to dampen the fatigue by humming the music. Dancing was almost like a swordplay, one step forward, two steps back, remember your footwork, easy your body, and let he music guide the movement. She looked at Gepard, and the two smiled at each other, enjoying the mellowing tune until Kirsten talked to him. 

[color=#F6E1D3]"Not too shabby aren't you, Gepard York? It's been a while since feel this worked up."[/color]


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When Cedar [i]accidentally[/i] jostled the man, the force was so strong that he instinctively grabbed the tablecloth before falling, taking with him a cup, and a plate of snacks and causing some glass wines to topple sideways and spilled its content toward the centermost persons of that group. 

The stumbled man, similarly spoiled by his own man quickly rose up to his feet and deflected the helping paw, understandably angry with the whole situation. Cedar asked for a name but it seemed he wouldn't get any. The man was ready for an outburst until his friend stepped in.

"It's okay pal." The man said, looking up with a bemused expression. "accident happens... you okay?"

Murmurs were already rippled through the crowd. Two servants rushed in, and one of them immediately escorted the fallen man back to his seat. The other, who seemed to have been trained for this kind of situation politely ushered Cedar back to the spot he once was, maybe slightly more away to ensure that he is out of their line of sight. The widow and her daughter were wiping their laps with a handkerchief while the young boy sit there with a dumbfounded face, and eyes shifted between his mother and Cedar.  

[b]"What the fuck was that?"[/b] blurted the man with a stained doublet. Even from this distance, his voice could still be heard by the keenest ears. 

[b]"Fredricus's new pet, if you don't remember." [/b]

[b]"I know he is, but fuck me, I swear it was deliberate. He had been there by the table for quite a while." [/b]

The man paused, he scanned the surrounding and called for another servant after realizing that his glass was now shattered glasses under the table. Irritatingly, he asked for a replacement before returning to his friend.

[b]"Yeah, I saw him. What do you think, a newcomer, being endorsed by the king and he already thinks he owns the place. Disturbing another guess and then just go after a sorry as if the words sorry could clean the stains... Poor Elaine here is uncle's handkerchief use it to wipe the stains..."[/b]

[b]"Messing with us just because he can."[/b] mused the guy with the stained doublet. [b]"Back in my father's days, commoners like him would get beaten up! King's protection could only last so much, you know. Now everything is more blatant, no respect, and that fucking animal is the reflection of what is wrong with this country."  [/b]

[b]"The way you say that makes Delving's plan to restore the tradition sounds very reasonable."[/b] The man chuckled wryly. [b]"But we might just overanalyze things. Like you said that guy is an animal, maybe his motives were not to mess with us, but because he is attracted to us?"[/b]

[b]"Mason you piece of shit. There was no way!"[/b]

The man 'uncle' laughed. [b]"Who said it's you? Maybe he is interested in you, Sarah. He suddenly gets clumsy after seeing your beauty. What about you, kids? Would you like to have a bear as a father?" [/b]

The reply comes somber, almost inaudible, but the man's reply was clear still. 

[b]"Then make up your mind, woman!" [/b]