[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Royal Ball
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] Fleuri [@Crimson Paladin]
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	[color=orange]"Hmph, if you had the possession of such knowledge, then you should know better than to dawdle and make best use of it."[/color] Lein puffed out his cheeks in a pout, shooting a look of disappointed frustration. [color=orange]"It's rude to be so dense with a face like that."[/color] 

	Lein by no means was not a skilled dancer, certainly not one enough to emulate the complexities of a waltz from a perspective he had never interacted with. His footwork was solid, quick and eager to react to any leads, but most of what he knew of 'formal' dancing was square dancing at the bar where everyone was too brash to be precise and too drunk to care. What he lacked in skill, however, he made up for in confidence in his improvisation. Every maligned step or misinterpretation of Fleuri's movement was quickly translated with a fluid change of tempo or a quick twirl, a kind of exotic flair that onlookers may find a little peculiar but hesitate to question for fear of offending some obscure Hundi custom. Much of Lein's behavior was entirely divorced from his normality, but if nothing else, his enjoyment of the performance seemed genuine.

	Lein followed Fleuri's gaze at the officiation of the duel, responding to his comments as they danced through the floor. [color=orange]"A tragedy of familial love? I think not to be privileged enough to judge. The blood that remains within our body may be as incontrovertible as the benevolence of the Sky, and no amount of denial may change that. Yet our loyalty to our antecedence is not native to the fabric of this earth and the gaze of our Goddesses that govern our fates, and the sieve through which we may pass ourselves and find our blood holy or vile is entirely up to us. The seeds of a dandelion may fly far to cultivate its own beauty amongst the flowers foreign - or grow wild to choke the very roots that had birthed it."[/color] Lein's expression remained coy, though a part of his expression agreed on Fleuri's remark. It served partially to engage Fleuri's sympathies, and partially to shield the fact that Lein had wholesale recited an old Hundi scripture. [color=orange]"We may see two brothers at the end of a tragedy within a soured family, but whatever bile unseen by our distance may just as well show them to be two incontrovertible thorns vying for the same soil. Though for both the Crown and the Roses, we should certainly pray for your conjecture."[/color]

	Lein led the dance slowly away from the center of the floor, drawing close to close off other dancers from listening. [color=orange]"So how about you, dear Champion mine? You've certainly flown far from the birthplace of your epithet, taking residence within the House of our Goddesses. Have you a thorn you confide only within your heart?"[/color] Lein himself had his run-ins with working with folks of the Church, but never had he seen a man develop a faith of such fervor so quickly.