I can't remember. [It doesn't occur to her that that's a strange thing to say.
Whether she's had the opportunity to dance before is a mystery to her. Her mind is full of frayed edges and the tatters of lost memories, mere hints at experiences she may once have had or skills she may once have been taught but can no longer recall.
There's something familiar about this. Enough that she knows to slip her arm over his shoulder, not enough that she remembers the steps to any particular dance.]
Perhaps I was the belle of every ball back home.
[Her head tilts again as she regards him curiously, her eyes searching for his behind his mask.]
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Whether she's had the opportunity to dance before is a mystery to her. Her mind is full of frayed edges and the tatters of lost memories, mere hints at experiences she may once have had or skills she may once have been taught but can no longer recall.
There's something familiar about this. Enough that she knows to slip her arm over his shoulder, not enough that she remembers the steps to any particular dance.]
Perhaps I was the belle of every ball back home.
[Her head tilts again as she regards him curiously, her eyes searching for his behind his mask.]
And where did a soldier learn to dance?