Cora watched in awe as Ivory climbed the silks, her mouth slightly open as she followed the woman's movements all the way to the top. The way she used her legs...it was beautiful, and such a show of her amazing strength. Of course, Cora had watched her act before, but this time she saw it in a new light. She felt a small pang of jealousy as the dhampir's nimbleness, but it passed quickly. Envy was not an emotion that Cora let herself wallow in, and always seemed to subconsciously shrug it off. Of course, she was familiar with dancing, but Ivory had taken it to the next level by making it vertical. It truly was a spectacle to behold. 

She let out a small gasp and clapped her hands over her mouth as she watched Ivory fall, suddenly. For a split second, she was worried that the woman would be hurt, but when she saw her stop suddenly, her head mere inches from the floor, she relaxed a bit. This had been the most impressive thing she had seen yet, and her eyes sparkled just like the first time she had seen the flames that Akane could produce from her hands. Of course, being from the ocean, she had never seen fire before. She had actually been shocked that not all walkers could do it, once Akane explained her talents. This was on a different spectrum, but just as incredible to her, especially because Ivory did not seem scared.

She was also an accomplished dancer, and Cora watched with a smile as she twirled and pirouetted through and around her silks. It was beautiful to behold, and the admiration in Cora's gaze was clear.

Geralt watched all of this unfold with a flat, almost bored expression. He knew that Lucien could not see him from where he sat, and Cora would be too entranced to care what he thought. He had seen this so many times now...it was starting to get bothersome. He began to tap his foot as Ivory reached the ground. When he cue came, he managed to change his expression just before he disappeared in the usual curl of black smoke.

He reappeared behind Ivory, tapped her on the shoulder, and stepped out from between the silks with a flourish to push them aside. He smiled down at Lucien and Cora, pleased by their expressions despite the fact that he knew that Ivory was absorbing ninety-nine percent of the credit. He bowed flamboyantly, and popped back up to a standing position.

[color=crimson]"Really, Lucien,"[/color] he said, [color=crimson]"Your Ivory has all the talent."[/color]