[littlemanpoet]

Uien managed to somehow remove the stable smell from their clothes as they hurried to the party, finally finished with their gifts for the bride and groom. The food was good and the music better. Falowik thought the dancing was best of all. He took Uien's hand in his and they did a Bree two step that Uien had not known before this day. It was the kind of thing she picked up as if born to it. Which, Falowik reflected, she was, being an Elf. Somehow she even managed not to take away from the glory of Zimzi the bride; it was her day, after all.

"I am going to have to have a talk with some of these other Elves," Uien said to Falowik as they danced side by side in an intricate pattern involving crossing one foot behind the other, a kick, a step out; then Uien spun beneath Falowik's hand. Others knew the dance and soon a little group of a half dozen couples had formed here and there, matching them step for step.