Liv looked up slowly from her sheet music at the soft sound from the doorway, and half-turned on the piano bench to see Mai, as graceful as ever, step into the room. As ever the other princess wore a designer dress, a bold shade of red that flared prettily out from the waist, high heels that could kill, and perfect, glossy-red lipstick. She was just so... pretty. And perfect. Liv brought her hand to her shoulder, self-consciously smoothing the pale pink chiffon that comprised the top layer of her dress, and getting lightly pecked by a sparrow for her efforts.

"You play very well." The other princess said with a smile. Gods, even her /words/ were eloquent.

Liv hesitated for a moment, forming a sentence in her head. English grammar was just so [i]strange.[/i] In Latin you could have the words anywhere, though convention said the verb had to go last. But people would still figure out what you meant whether you had it first, last, or in the middle, and the nouns could be in any order. It made the careful- but at times contradictory- nature of English syntax nearly impossible for poor Liv, who spent about five seconds forming the words and had just given herself enough tentative confidence to speak them when she was interrupted by a louder voice from the door.

Fareeha Amari danced through the door, shoeless- wait, no, those were.... riding boots? by the door. And a pair of fancier flats in her hand. Her hair was mussed, bare skin flushed, presumedly from exertion. She spoke loudly- aaand then she burst into a dance of her own. Liv tried to read her lips but found she didn't know what the song was... but Fareeha had requested another song... so Liv picked a dance, at random, one that had a tempo vaguely in time with Fareeha's steps. Of course it happened to be a waltz so the cadence was ever so slightly off, the emphasis being on every third, rather than every fourth, step, but it still was a decent enough song for an impromptu dance party. Hopefully.