[h3]Mayt Marris - Ballroom[/h3]Mayt didn't pay any attention to the two other mages when Karn took his hand, and he gripped Karn's hand lightly in return. Once they reached the dance floor he gripped it a bit more tightly, and positioned himself properly, his cast finding its way to their hip. He was an alright dancer under normal circumstances, but this wasn't really a normal circumstance. His ankle hurt, his feet seemed oddly sluggish, his balance was off, and his mind felt as clear as a dirty glass. He was often stumbling slightly, and his feet would not stay in time. He did eventually get into some kind of rhythm, but it wasn't quite in time with the music. At least he stopped trying to step on Karn's toes.

[color=50c878]"Well, mishap may be a bit of a misnomer, it was pretty on purpose,"[/color] Mayt offered, his smile fading into a normal, positive countenance. [color=50c878]"But, essentially, it blew up. I got thrown from the car I was in, and I don't remember anything after that until I got up and started looking around. There, uhm, there wasn't a lot of survivors, it was pretty bad,"[/color] he frowned some, and his brow furrowed like he was trying to think of something, but couldn't. He shrugged, giving up on whatever it was, and the frown faded back behind a poorly constructed mask. [color=50c878]"I was pretty lucky, to be honest."[/color]

[color=50c878]"But, anyway, how are you? How did the games end?"[/color] Mayt suddenly changed his attention from himself to Karn, letting his lighthearted smile tentatively return. He wasn't smiling because he was happy per-se, but he didn't want to put a damper on Karn's enthusiasms. This ball was supposed to be a happy occasion, as he understood it. He could let everyone read about the terrorist attack in the papers tomorrow.

[@Silver Fox]