[ He certainly finds no regret in having made such a request, especially when he is rewarded with her smile. Cullen could get lost in that, and he does. Quickly. As Cullen makes a novice attempt at taking the lead, he follows the motions of Neria's body held so gently under his grasp, and the squeeze to his shoulder guides him. It would be hard not to admit that he has already become a fan, if only she were to be his only dance partner. ]
[ Just as it has for Neria, for Cullen, the world falls away. Only the breeze and the sounds of her soothing hum serve as the music that guides their feet. Cullen's fingers stretch out against her back, his palm gently presses into her while the one holding her hand gives a gentle squeeze. He mirrors her smile, content if this moment never ends. Cullen would speak, were there no fear of her humming coming to an end. ]
[ With her guidance, he follows, and he catches on enough to gain some confidence in where they move. He picks up the speed, if only a touch as they turn along the stones beneath their feet, where a gust of wind would ever so slightly manipulate her long hair. Enough that such a visual catches his eye, graceful and gentle. Cullen can't help but cling to such visions, knowing what this strong woman before him is capable of. ]
[ The contrast is not lost on him. A Mage, a woman who was once his charge... Now his comrade, partner, and certainly one he could easily consider his best friend. There is a level of devotion and care between them that he can't help but cherish, and he could stay like this forever. ]
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[ Just as it has for Neria, for Cullen, the world falls away. Only the breeze and the sounds of her soothing hum serve as the music that guides their feet. Cullen's fingers stretch out against her back, his palm gently presses into her while the one holding her hand gives a gentle squeeze. He mirrors her smile, content if this moment never ends. Cullen would speak, were there no fear of her humming coming to an end. ]
[ With her guidance, he follows, and he catches on enough to gain some confidence in where they move. He picks up the speed, if only a touch as they turn along the stones beneath their feet, where a gust of wind would ever so slightly manipulate her long hair. Enough that such a visual catches his eye, graceful and gentle. Cullen can't help but cling to such visions, knowing what this strong woman before him is capable of. ]
[ The contrast is not lost on him. A Mage, a woman who was once his charge... Now his comrade, partner, and certainly one he could easily consider his best friend. There is a level of devotion and care between them that he can't help but cherish, and he could stay like this forever. ]