The rhythmic beat of the traditional, hide drums rang out with deafening volume over the crowded parade field, filling it's inhabitants with glee. For each hit another step, each person in turn taking merrily to the jig as their feet pounded out the continuous tune. Deirdre was no different. The raven haired lass allowed the music to flow with great spontaneity, swinging from partner to partner, hands all a mix of gracious gestures and vigorous merrymaking. This was all quite different than some of her dower comrades, men and woman who still had signs of frowning reservation about their faces, no, this was a time for joyous celebration, especially with the orcish threat gone.

Another spin brought Deirdre into the arms of another dancer and it was only with some concerted effort that she was able to break away from their entrancing steps. Her cheeks were aglow with the tinted redness of the ale and spirits and it was in this capacity that the horse-mistress approached her elven comrade. Thanneth seemed to be in the middle of another of her elven tales: beauteous woods and misty vales, alluring in their own right but still incomparable to the blunt wonder of Rohan's rolling plains. 

It took only a few more minutes before the tale was concluded and she could approach properly, taking a seat by this companion she'd known for only a few weeks. "Not interested in the festivities Than'? I'd think as an elf you'd be more than willing to show us a thing or two about dancing properly?" It was a blatant goad, not even properly veiled as a challenge.