[ Naesala only thinks he's dissuaded everyone from asking him to dance. In truth, there's still one more person who needs to ask - and this one's too stubborn to take a simple "no" and leave it at that.
Reyson, for most of the evening, has been occupied. He hasn't had much of an opportunity to breathe, between polite conversations, the White Heron Cup, and keeping the sketchy nobles away from his sister. Still, when he finally gets a moment to breathe, he doesn't run away from the ball - he instead makes his way to Naesala.
Once there's a break in whatever conversation he's taking part in, Reyson touches his arm to get his attention. ]
Hey. [ He waits until Naesala turns toward him to offer his hand.
(he hadn't gotten a good look at naesala the whole night but oh no..................................... he's hot.) ] Dance with me?
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Reyson, for most of the evening, has been occupied. He hasn't had much of an opportunity to breathe, between polite conversations, the White Heron Cup, and keeping the sketchy nobles away from his sister. Still, when he finally gets a moment to breathe, he doesn't run away from the ball - he instead makes his way to Naesala.
Once there's a break in whatever conversation he's taking part in, Reyson touches his arm to get his attention. ]
Hey. [ He waits until Naesala turns toward him to offer his hand.
(he hadn't gotten a good look at naesala the whole night but oh no..................................... he's hot.) ] Dance with me?