where: the closing ball, in the midst of the dance floor
dayana had never been the best dancer. despite her best efforts, it's always felt like she has had two left feet. it's something that's always been a great disappointment to her mother, of course, seeing dancing as a skill that is important to a lady. yet she excelled in other ways, so she hopes that can make up for it.
as she's spinning as part of the dance, she ends up colliding with another. they're nearly sent to the floor from the impact, but dayana is quick to grab them and prevent them from falling. "oh goodness, i am so sorry.." she says quickly, looking the person over momentarily.
"oh! lady.. ryswell," dayana greets her, nearly calling her by the name she once knew her as, back when she was a lady of the riverlands. "please, accept my apologies. how've you been?"
@ofsummerschildren
Bethany was a quick study where courtly manner was concerned — and while she had been many years removed from the south, it was not long before she felt comfortable to join the other dancers who twirled across the floor. It was, if nothing else, a fine way to meet people: the switching of partners provided opportunity for bite-sized conversation that suited her well.
The danger, of course, was that not all who took to the floor were imbued with a natural grace.
Bethany stumbled backwards from the surprise of being hit by the other girl, and was steadied by the arm she reached out with. Her dark eyes flitted over the woman, and recognition dawned upon the Northern lady. "Lady Blackwood," Bethany replied, stepping aside and off the dance floor as others continued on without them. "I am well," she replied, "and flattered that you recall my face, let alone my name."













