The feeling was... surreal. The world around him, usually so bright and saturated with colors, blurred into indistinct spots, and a sweet, slightly disturbing chaos reigned in his head. It was in this state, as if floating in zero gravity, that you suddenly invited Sha'arnez, a forest elf with eyes the color of the sky and hair shining silver, to dance.

To him, the proud servant of the Crown Prince, your suggestion probably came out of the blue.

You saw the confusion in his sky-blue eyes perfectly well. But, to your surprise, he did not refuse. A faint smile touched his thin lips, more polite than sincere, and he nodded gently.

You took his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, the way fashionable ladies usually do, lifting their beau by the elbow. His skin, delicate as the petals of a wild rose, felt cool to the touch. One step – and you led him in the dance. The music, somehow weightless and magical, like a flowing stream, filled the space by itself. It wasn't the usual waltz, but rather an improvisation, wild and beautiful. . .

And now you're spinning. Sha'arnez, initially slightly stiff, begins to relax. His movements become more graceful, more confident. He put his hands on your waist, his fingers lightly touching the line of your spine. It was not just a dance, it was communication without words, a dialogue of bodies, a fascinating play of feelings.