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Dance Dance Reprobation
Neither tree nor stone form the Promenade now. It is instead a long bridge over a shallow and brilliant pool, the gentle ripples of which catch the afternoon sun and scatter it into a million highlights that play over the Great Hall, the bridge, and those who walk down it. There is no formal receiving line, merely a gentle procession of people across the bridge at whatever speed feels comfortable, slowly making their way to the Great Hall. The Great Hall itself has been enchanted to be completely invisible while one is inside it, save for the outline of doors so people can actually find their way out through means other than smacking their noses into the invisible walls till they find a place with no resistance. Thus the twilight for which the ball is named will show all around the dancers, while they are protected from any errant breezes, faint hints of rain, or slime monsters that might otherwise threaten the festivity. Come in. Find your date and get comfortable. The fun is just beginning.
But as the dance progresses, they play something for everyone. Martial waltzes and slow dance ballroom numbers. Powerful tunes to lose yourself in, and gentle melodies that slip beneath conversation and encourage intimacy and closeness. Professors Trammel and King treat everyone to an exhibition of what an Earth resident might call 'swing dancing on amphetamines' and many students do call 'the closest I have ever come to death'. No pause for speeches, no announcements or interruptions -- just a steady stream of music, bringing dates and lovers together in dance, as the sun sets and casts the room into gentle and romantic twilight. Also a dolphin and a whale are swimming through the floor and they, too, are unmistakably dancing. If this is the weirdest thing you've seen all night, you need your eyes checked.
At one end of the table, an owl the size of a cupboard sits on a perch, serenely watching the varied drinks laid out for consumption. 'Spiking the punch' is so cliche that no one is going to pretend it won't happen or the students will behave on their honor, so here you get a chaperone. Even so, this whole area is a popular gathering spot for those between dances or partners, drawing steady attention throughout the night.
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He nodded towards the dancers. "Do you, uh, have to go to things like this often, where you're from?"
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Link rubbed his neck sheepishly.
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The bar is pretty low, Louie.
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"Well, that's good, first of all. I guess, for me back home, school was one of the safer places. Home was... Kind of safe, but not really? And adventures were when I almost died the most. I'd say this place is on the same level as home."
He paused, then, as realization hit. "Why did people want you dead?"
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This was delivered in the same tones Link would use to describe the weather or his math class.
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Link's casual delivery surprised Louie a bit, but the idea of dealing with someone evil trying to ruin the world for their own reasons, though not common for Louie... Well, it wasn't new for him, either.
"So did you beat him?" He couldn't assume that just because Link was present, here, he'd been victorious. Lena was here, after all.
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At least she had Navi with her. That was some small consolation for Link.
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