Dance 1 → Dance 3: with Edgar
“but what I am first and foremost is the firstborn son of a poor man. My father like his father before was just a man, a poor, working-class man but one with a talent.” She smiled at that and dipped into his speech to mention. “Well in that retrospect we are most simmilar. Althought I am much further along the family tree, I still believe myself to be connected to the poor side of my family. I don’t know if you remeber quit so much, but my great grandfather was raised in a poor household. As much as you don’t feel like a gentleman, I don’t feel like a lady, although I was raised to believe I am one.” She blushed from embarrasement as she realized she wouldn’t want her speech to be interrupted in a way she interrupted his, so for the remainder of it she stayed silent.
Her whispered shout was a rhetorical question, and yet after some silence he still answered. She knew he understood that he didn’t need to answer, but his confirmatory words were so silent and simple, she didn’t want to leave it at that. But the chill, which she previously thought was from wind, was actually from the idea of what must’ve happened to him and how horrible it must’ve been. She isn’t the type to faint from the sight of blood, nor the type to be squeamish easily, but she felt she wasn’t ready to hear a harrowing tale of how it happened to him. Thankfully, he said something about the cold to distract them form the silence.
“Mr. Armstrong, you might not feel cold, but you still might catch a cold despite you feeling warm enough. In fact, that is how people who over indulge with drink easily get hypothermia, becuase the drink makes them feel warmer than they actually are and tricks them into believing their body is not freezing and they in fact get ill with a cold or in a worst case scenario, hypothermia.”
She finished her lesson and said “Thank you.” while entering the room again. She felt refreshed enough to join the party. She smiled at Bruce, but behind him she noticed somebody she wanted to talk to earlier. It was Viscount Füller, and she needed to talk to him about something only the two of them know about. "Mr. Armstrong, I have to thank you for making this night what I never thought a night like this would be … Refreshing and heartening. I would like to dance again in the course of the evening if you aren’t planning on writing your name on every ladies list, but right now … I cannot stay in your company for I see a friend who helped me greatly and I haven’t had the pleasure of thanking him yet. I hope you understand. Goodbye Mr. Armstrong. She said before excusing herself and leaving. She approached Edgar and after stopping in front of him she bowed her head. "Lord Füller. I’m glad to have found you. I believe I still owe you my thanks for hiding my secret for me.
@Bluecookies - Bruce
@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar (sorry didn’t give him much to go off on)