As the pair walked to the dance floor, Bruce recalled the details of the dance pattern he had previously observed and stored away earlier this evening. ”That sounds silly. Some people read too many novels to believe in curses and magic. It’s strange thing to realize there are people who still believe in those.” He chuckled, "My thoughts exactly, however my experiences may one day prove us both wrong. He stopped to bow respectfully as assume the starting position of the dance. "While in the highlands of Scotland investigating a most intriguing case involving a sighting of a mythical sea monster that coincided with some missing jewels, I happened across an older man, he begged my help claiming his farmland to be haunted by ghost hounds, rather intrigued if this related to my current case at the time I accepted. I could hardly believe him, yet I kept an open mind, then mere hours after last light, we saw them in the moonlight, a pack of ghost hounds, a brilliant light blue hue shone from their bodies as a sudden fog rolled across the ground at their feet. The leader howled a most harrowing sound. 'Twas a truly a bewitching sight indeed. I mounted a horse and…” He shook his head, forgive me, my Lady, I do not mean to boast, merely to suggest some believe because they see what others wish them to see. It was nothing more than a rather ingenious fabrication by a jealous landowner consumed by avarice.” “Well then, let’s circumnavigate the dance together and the hope the thought perishes as you enjoy yourself.” Bruce smiled slightly, “Truthfully, I cannot claim to have done what most consider “enjoyment” in…well ever. My chosen occupation takes the most time and any time to myself is spent furthering myself. So, any enjoyment I may have is thanks to you.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Abigail