[ At first, it seems as though Reyson doesn't acknowledge Naesala's statement. He continues to guide them to the rhythm of the music, not saying another word.
But then the music swells, reaching its dramatic conclusion, and Reyson pulls his hand free from his grasp to rest on his back. With a shift of his feet, he's tipping Naesala backward with practiced ease.
Though his arms have the smallest tremble to them, Reyson smiles a special smile, just for him - soft and radiant, as his long, blond hair spills over his shoulders and frames the side of his face. ] You didn't step on my feet once - I'm proud.
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But then the music swells, reaching its dramatic conclusion, and Reyson pulls his hand free from his grasp to rest on his back. With a shift of his feet, he's tipping Naesala backward with practiced ease.
Though his arms have the smallest tremble to them, Reyson smiles a special smile, just for him - soft and radiant, as his long, blond hair spills over his shoulders and frames the side of his face. ] You didn't step on my feet once - I'm proud.