These weren't the types of dances Sybil was used to and though she attempted to learn the steps, she never did quiet catch on instead doing her own little jig to match the beats of the music.  No one seemed to notice as everyone was too busy having a good time.  For a brief moment it helped to take her mind off of everything that had happened recently.  With a carefree laughter she didn't think she had in her when he spun her, she looked up at him with a smile and weighed the pros and cons of staying with him in her mind.  Dalious was set on a boat—a natural inclination for a pirate such as himself.  Sybil would always pose a threat to him and his crew, more than they posed themselves, for harboring a malignant.  But the young man was quite useful and he wasn't afraid of her.  Or, if he was, he didn't let it show.  

Her face fell at the seriousness of his next statement and the hardened stare returned to her face.  Without even a chance to answer, he spun her into a random person.  “Dalious!” she exclaimed, but he was carried away by the crowd to his destination and the spin to the next partner had her disoriented.  Her eyes desperately searching the crowd, she couldn't find him anywhere.  The girl wanted to set the boy on fire for leaving her alone in this place.

Managing to escape the crowd, she eventually made it outside and breathed in the fresh night air only to cough as a man in a hood blew his tobacco in her face.  A curious look as he stared at her, Sybil kept her head down until a look of recognition crossed his face.  “You're from the posters-” he said, reaching for something she couldn't see, but she automatically assumed it was a weapon.  

In a panic and without warning she held her hand out to let loose a stream of fire.  The man yelled out in pain before she took off running, footsteps pounding against the cobblestone.  She'd managed to draw too much attention to herself and it was only now that she realized she was running away from the docks.  Her path blocked by a mob of angry men and women from town hunting for the malignant, the young girl climbed on the back of her horse and took off back into the forest.

[i]Sorry, Dalious,[/i] she thought to herself, but concluded that at the end of the day, this was what was best for the both of them.