Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170802195824

Miraak Obama wrote: His steps gradually turned from sloppy and confused to nimble and somewhat organized. To him it was almost as I'd he were learning a new fighting style, learning how to place his feet to get the greatest advantage. Of course, he was still far from perfect.

He spun Bethany under his arm, taking a few more steps before tripping over a rock and falling backwards into the sand. Instead of cursing as he tumbled, he laughed, showing that either the alcohol was finally getting to him, or he didn't really mind and was having a good time. Possibly both. It wasn't often that Bethany could feel relaxed or genuinely happy, but her time dancing with Gabryel made her think that this would definitely be a moment she could remember fondly. She felt safe in his presence.

She knelt down by his side. "You didn't hurt yourself too bad, did you?"

"Hmph", Ylva grumbled, getting a bit jealous at watching all the other pairs have their fun while the guy she wanted to have fun with was standing for the entertainment.