A Wandering Caravan - Kalon Development Event

Kiyoshi, sitting next to the wagon with a cup of hot something, lets herself laugh before she sips her drink. In her pause, Hal speaks up, resting on her shoulder with the mask in his paws.

"I've never danced before," he confesses immediately, weighing the mask. It slips out of his grip and falls on his thigh, and he curses quietly in his surprise. "It's just not something that I've wanted to do."

With the cup now sitting next to her on the ground, Kiyoshi vaguely nods, her head tilted to the side.

She signs, "but you move so fluently," and before he has a chance to respond, adds, "I was taught to dance, once. I'm not very good at it; I can only really move my paws well." She's already demonstrated this with her signing. "It's fun, though. I enjoy doing it, and when Hal and I are travelling, I dance in our motel room long after he's fallen asleep."

"I fall asleep pretty late. How late do you stay up to do the dancing?" Hal interjects, making sure to get a few words in before she begins rambling, without realizing that this means that Al-Asha has no time to speak.

She smiles with her eyes closed, tilting her head further, and silently takes another sip of her drink. He seizes the opportunity to continue talking.

"It's not that I don't know how to dance, mind you." The words tumble out of his mouth, landing on the grass below him. "I'm sure that I'm a pretty good dancer! I'm just not interested." Kiyoshi taps his shoulder and he instantly relaxes them.

"I'm sure you are, Hal." Though there's no tone of voice to go off of, simply the motion of her paws, her words are far more relaxed and carry kindness with them. She spots the mask on the ground; "Oh! Could I perhaps try the mask on?"

Al-Asha hasn't finished nodding before she picks it up, holding it to her face. She turns her head and Hal wordlessly ties the ribbon around her.

She laughs; it's the first sound she's made all evening. She pushes it up further on her face, and as she turns back to Hal, hits him in the nose. He yelps rather loudly, and she recoils slightly.

"Oh, no no, it's okay." He's quick to reassure her, paws on her paws. "Here, let's try the mask." He pulls her to her feet and moves his paws to her waist. In a single motion, he dips her; she laughs again, louder this time, and, pulling herself back upright, reverses the role and dips him back.

If Al-Asha says something, they do not hear. The only sounds they pay attention to are apologies from the other for left feet and awkward positioning, and the occassional laugh as it fades into the night.