[@CMDR Melander]

Hayley murmured a quiet bye to her friends, allowing herself to be guided by the blind Satyr. Which, she noted in her mind, was kind of the opposite of the poem...but Saranja had so much confidence compared to her. She admired the woman for that, although there was another blush as they stopped and she felt a hand on her side. She took a moment to study how Saranja stood, her hand position, and copied it. Resting her hand on the womans side a little higher than Saranja's was on hers, but she wasn't sure if that was right or not.

[color=f26522]"I trust you"[/color] Hayley said quietly, adding [color=f26522]"you've seen this future, so you must know the dance moves, right?"[/color] with a small laugh. She followed the directions that Saranja was leading, and it seemed she was actually quite agile on her feet. She moved in step well, and it didn't take long for her to be able to get into the rhythm. Hayley was a natural, and as she got the hang of it the aura of dread drifted away and her confidence started to shine through.