[center][h3]Ryan and Emily[/h3][/center]
"Oh, we've been enjoying it. Live music and a great snack bar, how could I refuse?" Ryan's own handshake was firm, not lacking. "You'll have to excuse Emily, she's never really been a party person. At least, she's never enjoyed the social part... Oh!" He'd been punched in the shoulder effectively, by his supposed guildmate, before she grabbed him and drug him off to the dance floor.

[URL=https://youtu.be/Q6roTXrTziQ] The Hand That Gives The Rose[/url]

"Waltz with me."

[color=9000f9][center][h3]Trinity Stratos[/h3][/center][/color]
To call her movements a dance was misleading. The minstrel moved as though in a trance, the music following through her body, her mind, and her soul. Her sharp baton movements reflect the crisp rhythm. 

~~~~~

Sheldon brought things to a close, with was Trinity's cue to... play them out, perhaps. When a thought struck her. She had a wish. And her friend had a problem. A very... easily definable problem, that if words were power, could be undone simply. She reached into her pocket and produced the gold coin Nero had given her. She'd not spent it, she made sure of that. She turned it over once and nodded, before looking around keenly. She needed a fountain, probably.