( @nobletoatea )

Ah, that answered her question. There's a rock in her movement as she scoots herself very gently, the sound of soft purring heard for a moment from the feline. "I'm not used to dancing out in public; this must've been late at night... Ah, forgive me. I usually dance during the late hours of the night, did I disturb you or such?”

SCENE START ( @nobletoatea )

Dancing? Wherever could Rinea even begin? It was an art, her passion, love in her life. You could represent so much through it; hurt, love, satisfaction, anything that you could think about, any emotion at all. That’s what she enjoyed most about it. There was no need to talk about how you felt, due to your movement signifying it without having to put words to it. It was the way Rinea could calm herself down. Relaxing, even soothing to her. It didn’t matter if she felt her body ache after. It was worth it. She did quite enjoy it, so it wasn’t surprising that she had sometimes gotten too carried away with it. 

It wasn’t worrying to hear someone compliment her, but it shocked her especially coming from someone of a different house. Perhaps they had seen some of it? Rinea did tend to try and wait until nightfall to start dancing. It wasn’t that much a big deal, to begin with. “Oh? Um.. thank you. I didn’t seem to notice that you’ve seen me dance.” 

(❆) FESTIVE AND ALL, LET’S ALL MAKE THE MOST OF IT, SHALL WE?

The festiveness being spread was the key element.

Luckily for her, it seemed as though others were bypassing those mistletoes overhead. They were quite hard to see, almost in every nook and cranny. They didn't bother her too much, though. She just felt bad for those who were upset by them.

As she was looking around; she had inadvertently bumped into a familiar face and looking up; Rinea stepped back slowly. "Lord Lorenz! Oh, gods, forgive me, I wasn't looking at where I was going." Her eyes catch sight of the mistletoe above them. 

This again, it seems. 

. . .