i'll show you how to move your feet

Leading Gwyn away from the hustle and bustle wasn’t a difficult task. While he didn’t have the same history as her, Ysmir felt the same uneasiness when it came to being a part of the crowd. Of course most of them were family to the woman that he loved, and he supposed if all went right they would be his family as well. Seeing Gwyn so comfortable in such a place was a blessing in and of itself. He’d watched and helped her recover from that day he’d met her and helped her home. It was hard to imagine that scared young girl would become this amazing woman he called the love of his life.

His heart soared whenever he was able to make her smile, and the longer they lived together the more he got to know exactly how to do that. She flashed him a bashful grin and giggled as he kissed her delicate paw. A grin spread over his own maw in response. The expression that overcame her features was one of joyous surprise as he asked her to dance with him. The small grin on his features broadened when she questioned him, and he nodded enthusiastically.

Of course, Gwyn wouldn’t deny him. Again he signed, ”Something from my people.” With a mischievous grin he motioned for her to follow his lead. With surprisingly graceful movements for his size Ysmir moved to bow to Gwyn before the dance began. He swayed slightly as he first backed away, and with sweeping motions returned to her, chest to chest. The dance had begun, and these steps would be repeated a couple of times before the next refrain.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"