Elara saw Lucavion recover.
One moment, Lianne had caught him. His weight had traveled too far into the step, another couple had closed the easiest route behind him, and the turn demanded a change his body seemed late to make.
Then his heel touched the floor.
His ankle shifted. The failed step folded inward, his hips turned around it, and by the next beat the mistake had become part of the dance.
'What was that?'
Julen guided her through their own crossing turn.
Elara followed from habit.
She had seen something similar to Lianne's figure before. Eveline had once spent an afternoon tormenting her with older Arcanian court movements, including a turn that deliberately promised one direction before cutting inward.
Ashen…
Crown, perhaps.
The name mattered less than what Elara had just watched.
A normal dancer recovered by adjusting the next movement.
Lucavion had corrected his body after the wrong movement had already begun.
