Dyssia watches the dancers from beneath her tree--not so close as to intrude or be, gasp, [i]eavesdropping[/i]--but close enough to watch the shimmer of rhinestones and the flash of shoes as the dancers--

Normally during a dressing-down like this, she'd use words like cower, or maybe glower, which has a fantastic mouthfeel for such a mean word. But the dancers aren't, right? Aren't even looking at Yin, or stopping in their dance, even as the world sucks in the not-noise vacuum of so many ears listening at once.

Usedtawas, huh? Yin seems… not unbothered, definitely. Nobody waving their arms that emphatically is 'unbothered.' But also not bothered about being a usedtawas captital-P Princess? Dyssia hasn't even given up being a knight yet, and the thought of giving up that part of herself makes her stomach drop.

But Yin has just… moved on. Found a new thing to do? Just like that? Found people who listen to her, not for her position or her species, regardless of what she does or who she does it for?

She watches the ker-lean, and is dizzied by the whirl and jeté and lunge and plunge of dancers breakneckedly never quite colliding. 

She's swaying, some internal proprioception informs her--listening to music that does not exist, feeling the pulsing rhythm of step-and-two-and-stepstepstep-twirl--until her entire body is moving in tune, and when a snakegirl sways, she [i]stays[/i] swayed. 

She's not eavesdropping, honest, but she [i]is[/i] hovering--closer and closer, until she's almost swaying against the same tree, feeling the urge to join, not having the words to ask, and looking for all the world like a dog staring at a treat.

"May I… May I learn your dance?"