"Why is your dance like a Lorian's?"
Lucavion missed a step.
The error amounted to no more than half the width of his shoe, hidden beneath the broader turn he used to correct it, yet Elara felt the disruption travel through every point connecting them. His hand tightened at her waist. His weight shifted too sharply through the outside leg, and the recovery that followed carried them farther than the Court Variation required.
—SWOOSH!
Her skirt swept around her calves as Lucavion converted the mistake into a flourish and returned them neatly to the music. Anyone watching from beyond the Floor would have seen a smooth transition. Elara had been holding him when it happened.
His body had answered before his expression could.
"Like a Lorian's?" Lucavion asked, the question arriving with a smile that might have deceived her from several paces away.
Elara allowed him to guide her outward. "You heard me."
"I did. I was hoping repetition might improve the question."
