[ Not clumsier than him, because while he is trying, he isn't a natural or practiced dancer like Elena. But Gildor isn't aiming for perfection, so he leans into it. Sends another pillow flying halfway across the tent, then twirls under her arm once, twice, three overly exaggerated turns. It's hardly fitting to the lovely music, but if there's a disgruntled teacher's voice telling him to be more mindful of his movements, it's drowned out in the thrill of knowing a new favorite song.
He isn't satisfied until he hears her laugh. Only then is it safe to slow it down, but before he can there's a pillow he missed tripping her and then him up and sending them toppling to one side.
At least it's a somewhat soft landing, and he finally laughs as well. It's a moment before he recovers and pushes himself up, smiling but recomposing himself quickly and catching his breath. ]
Oh my, I almost felt sixty again! Next time we'll have to clear the dance floor first.
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He isn't satisfied until he hears her laugh. Only then is it safe to slow it down, but before he can there's a pillow he missed tripping her and then him up and sending them toppling to one side.
At least it's a somewhat soft landing, and he finally laughs as well. It's a moment before he recovers and pushes himself up, smiling but recomposing himself quickly and catching his breath. ]
Oh my, I almost felt sixty again! Next time we'll have to clear the dance floor first.