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*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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*The dance is smooth, still, though faster. The movements are simpler, easily made and smoothly accomplished. His singing is otherworldly, very little like a voice at all, really. He sings the dance of life, of the reawakening of the world to the rising of the sun. He sings movement, a piece of Kibeth's song, which given voice by her leads all to dance and step where she wills. They turn together, swifter now, and Yrael sends her out into a turn of her own before gently drawing her in again, their hands returning to the original positions they held at the beginning of the dance. With a faster tempo, the dance begins again. The music, however is different, instead of cold, tentative peace, the sounds of joy can be heard in the song. Joy awakening to the touch of the sun upon the earth. With the quicker tempo, the same movements as before take on a different feel to them, coming smoothly and more readily to the feet of the dancers.*

And finally, she's laughing with the joy of it, spinning and whirling in the smooth pattern drawn by the music. She follows the lively pace, feet moving lightly, hardly touching the floor. Later, when the seasons outside have caught up to this, when the slush and rain and mud and gloom have caught up to this, this life and sun and spring- Svava will have him take her outside, to dance this.

In the sun. In the morning. In the spring.

*And he will. He will dance with her in the springtime, in the new grass that will grow out by the lake. He will move with her as he does now, whirling with the growing joy of living, of the return of life to the world. They go through the steps again, just that much faster, pulling away and circling, then together again, circling still. His eyes are on her, holding every detail (her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes hold that joyful half-focus of a dancer, the light movement of her steps) in case when the time comes, she does not come back. He knows she will go, for that is the kind of person she is. It might not be what he wants, but he will not hold her back. Yrael had his choice made for him, so long ago, and he would not do that to her, however much it hurts him. Barely, he keeps his song from faltering. In a quick moment, he gives her a briliant white smile.*

If she knows his thoughts, it doesn't show. If its crossed her mind that there may not be a 'next time' for the dancing, that she may not see the green and the spring outside, it doesn't show.

She's already adding to her treasure of memories of this place. Remember.

This step here, this turn of the music here, Yrael catching her hand and spinning her here. His voice providing the music and the flash of his smile. And because this is a happy memory, Svava smiles back.

*Yrael continues singing as they dance, always gaining a little speed. The notes soar high, smooth as the dancesteps themselves, spiraling downwards as the two of them turn upon their impromptu dancefloor. With the speed of the music as fast as it is now, quick twirls are introduced to the dance, little movements added in that keep the smooth movements of the dance from happening too fast.*

*When they come together again at the end of the cycle of the dance, he leans her back in a smooth dip, his hand supporting her back.*

She finally, quietly laughs, bent back in perfect balance and trust in his support. There's still no words at this moment. When Yrael pulls her back upright, Svava lets go of his hands and pulls him into a hug.

*Yrael hugs her back, holding her. He closes his eyes and lets the song end. It fades like the light at sunset, that is still on the edge of ones vision for a long time after the sun is down and the song is ended.*

*After a long moment, he pulls away, and smiles slightly.*

"Thank you, Yrael." Its for more than the dance. Svava tiptoes up and kisses him on the cheek.

"The singing and dance were beautiful."

*He smiles more.* No, my friend. Thank you. Thank you for the dance, and for giving me reason to Sing.

*That second holds more than just the song he just let end.*

"Always reasons to sing, I think." She smiles faintly at Yrael. "Specially for one with a vioce such as yours."

*He grins.* Perhaps. Different reasons to sing cause different songs, of course. You cause a pretty song, indeed, my friend. *he runs a hand back through his hair.* A good tune to dance to.

She laughs, and nods. "You said it was for a spring celebration, back in your siblings' world? It would be lovely, seeing a whole group dancing in time to it."

It is quite lovely to see. All the different colors, whirling in the dance. It is a celebration of the renewal of the world. Kibeth used to frequent them, long ago. I attended a few, through the years, with whatever Abhorsen was alive at the time.

*He grins.* Today was the first time I had the opportunity to actually dance it, though.

"It seems many worlds celebrate the returning of springtime and the sun." She smiles faintly. "There were many sorts of festivals for it back in my world. Mostly on Midgard, but we had our own on Asgard as well. I think its just that people prefer the light and the warmth, no matter where they're from."

"I'm glad you managed to learn that dance, Yrael. Even if you never had a chance to dance it before. You did quite well. For a beginner." She grins.

*He smirks.* I watched it enough to memorize the movements. After that, it was not hard to dance it. *He sticks out his tongue at her.* You did well, too, I guess. For learning it as you go.

*He's so very joking. She danced perfectly.*

Svava knows she did! So she just grins at Yrael. "Oh, I muddled along. I'll pick it up, eventually."

*He looks mock-pedantic.* There will be a test over this, you know. To see how well you do pick it up.

*He grins.*

"Well, if I don't do well, it will only be because of who taught me." She laughs.

*He lowers his head, mock-contrite.* I guess it is not a good thing, to fail your only student.

"Aw." She reaches to pat his shoulder. "So sorry, dear Yrael."

*He sighs.* There goes my career as a teacher.

But there is hope. *he raises an eyebrow at her, failing to hide his amused smile.* You had better do well on the test, then.

"Oh... I'll try, I supposed." A long-suffering sigh and roll of her eyes.

*he smirks at her.* Hm... Perhaps it is not my fault I never had any hope of becoming a good teacher.

She laughs, shaking her head. "Well, if your attempts to teach me to play on the recorder were any indication..."

*he smirks cheerfully.* Ah, good. Not my fault at all, then.