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[the_cupbearer]

Out back of the bar, Ganymede is dancing. It's a strange dance, one performed without a partner: he holds a long baton in one hand as he twists and whirls gracefully. His feet step and shift and brace with a terrible ease, not missing a step in the soft grass as late summer sun glints off the lake's surface.

It would be entertaining, peaceful even, if one didn't look carefully at the sweeping motions of that baton and could see the similarity to a reaper's scythe and the deadly motions thereof.

Despite the soundbox giving the music to his motions, he's quite easily interrupted. He may even try to teach you the dance if you ask.

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[star_bespangled]

Urania's waiting for the sun to go down as she catches Ganymede down by the lake.

She gets a bit closer, tilting her head.

"I don't think I know that one."

(Although dance is more her sister's forte.)

[the_cupbearer]

"Nor would you, unless you happened to like Ares more than I thought," Ganymede says. "This is how I learned to fight. You learn to dance first, then add the weapons."

[star_bespangled]

Urania snorts in disgust. "Not likely."

She nods thoughtfully. She's seen Terpsichore use dance to tell stories, why not use it to teach skills as well?

"Is there a particular reason you would need to know how to fight?"

[the_cupbearer]

"Have you forgotten to whom I was born?" he asks. "I was a prince before Zeus ever knew me. It was expected I could fight, and win."

And he still can, evidenced by the graceful flow of motions from before. "I keep up with it, because there are people I need to protect, that I care for."

[star_bespangled]

Urania, though she tries not to show it, feels rather stupid for not remembering. She can't really imagine needing to physically defend herself.

"It's good that you can defend them, then."

[the_cupbearer]

"From all but a few enemies, yes. It is."

There is one thing he can't defend people from. Well, two, but he hardly considers death of old age an enemy at this point.