I don't know if I can give you anything you want. [Closed to Hendrik]

[darkenedmoon]

Who: Yotsuyu and Hendrik
Where: Living quarters
When: One evening pre-dance, post-insanity.
What: Someone asked for dancing instruction. Liquid courage is definitely may be needed.



It had been a brief exchange of letters between them, but Yotsuyu was gratified to know that Hendrik was willing to make an attempt to instruct her in dancing with a partner. Instead of the dancing that she knew how to do--which was not, as sweet Webbigail had thought, was 'like Broadway'.

Whatever Broadway was. Yotsuyu had no clue.

But damned if she was going to tell Webby she'd been a courtesan--assuming Webby even knew what that meant. Some innocence should be preserved--even if hers had never had a chance, courtesy of Asahi.

Courtesy demanded that she provide; Yotsuyu had acquired a plate of yakitori, since Hendrik seemed to favor it, and some spring onion flatbread to wrap around it. That, a half-opened bottle of wine and an unopened cask of ale sat on her desk, her schoolwork safely hidden away. She had moved her scant furniture to the walls and windows to ensure she had room to practice. Now all that was left was to wait for the knight to arrive.

So the question was, why in the seven hells was she so nervous?

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[darkenedmoon]

"Yes, I know," she stammered. Had Hendrik needed a tell that Yotsuyu was nervous, there it was. Had he ever heard her stutter before? She doubted it, and felt even more self-conscious than she had moments ago. It was just a dance! Just learning a simple ball dance! It was not even the 'dancing' she'd done as a courtesan! What was wrong with her?

It was not his fault, though. She should not get angry at the knight. (But anger was such a comforting refuge...)

"You are here to teach me to dance, I know. And you may not need a drink, but I do. If you would like something, though, I would be happy to serve it to you." Even as she was pouring herself a glass of wine, and attempting to only sip from it, when what Yotsuyu really wanted to do was down it at a gulp, and then pour more.

On some level, she was aware he'd said other things, but they simply had flowed in one ear and out the other. And she was certain she was being rude, which irritated her as well, but Yotsuyu couldn't help it. With a quiet sigh she tried to bite back, she set the half-empty wine glass on her desk and spread her hands.

"I suppose, as they say, there is no time like the present, eh?"

[darkenedmoon]

'Nothing' was a lie, but Yotsuyu was completely unable to answer the man's question--and that irritated her as well. She looked down, and made faces at the floor, because the words refused to come, and there was a cold, hard lump twisting itself in the pit of her stomach that she was all too familiar with.

But yes, she could tell that he was trembling--that, however, was something Yotsuyu was used to--it was not as if she had never encountered such a thing before.

"Why are you shaking?" she demanded, grabbing on to that action--an illogical one to her--like a lifeline. For the life of her, Yotsuyu could not understand why Hendrik might be trembling at the likes of her.