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She came with him willingly, and he smiled, his ears picking up the tune of the violin and the pipe but his mind, somehow, hearing another thing entirely. His feet followed the beat of a different drum, and when she came into his arms he guided her along with him, whirling her around with him with a devilish grin on his face. He did his best to keep in time with the other dancers and with the music he should have been hearing, but he'd been completely taken over by the music in his heart, and he was soon humming along to a different tune, his mind far-off and lost in wonderland.
They were out of place among these dancers, he in little more than a tattered pair of pants and a silk-woven shirt, and she with nothing but the lovely scarf tied around her throat. It didn't particularly matter, though; Drakien was used to being the odd man out, even among the gypsies--especially among the gypsies. The Romani with morals; but, he thought as the dance continued, if it meant being on the outskirts with such a lovely creature as this one, he didn't think he particularly minded all that much.
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