Blushing and trying to overcome his shyness, Firramer led Alasse out to the dance floor. Fortunately the music had changed to a slower dance more in the style of his people; a few minutes before it had been hard rock and he didn't think he could stand that.
Alasse was quite a beautiful Elf. Of course all Elves were much like that. Firramer spoke hesitantly, wondering exactly what he should say, "Where do you come from, m'lady?" he asked. "And what brings you here? The party, I suppose," he said after a quick reflection. Blushing again, he added, "You're quite a good dancer."
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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