Fire and Ice

Dinner Dancing

Mira helped me get dressed for my evenings dinner with my uncle. I was wearing long red dress that almost touched the floor. The dress had black rims and black leather belt.

My hair was up in a bun to keep it from dancing in my face all evening. And also because for some reason, at one point in a meal, my hair always makes its way into my food.

I thanked Mira for her help and headed up stairs. My Uncles quarters were not to far from my father's. Uncle Zeref has never not had a room in our castle just incase he returned from traveling at a short notice.

I finally reached the hall where I was to dine.
Upon opening the door, I discovered books everywhere.
There was books on the floor, bed, and desk. Barely any books were on the shelf where they are suppose to be.

My Uncle was sitting at his large desk half hidden behind stacks of books. His face was mostly covered by a large book he was reading. The title was hard to read from this distance but I did see the word 'Dancing' in large letters.

"Dancing?" I question out loud. It was then Uncle Zeref put the book down and looked in my direct.

"Yes, I don't know how so I thought I'd learn." He said, standing up and putting his glasses into his jacket pocket.

"You don't know how?" I asked in some alarm.
I then ran to a cupboard to the left of me and scrambled through some records.

I pulled out one of the songs titled 'The Approaching Night'.
It was one of my favorites and quite a good song for dancing.

I cleared the floor, pushing some books and tables to the side. I put the record in the large black disc into the player and moved to the center of the room.

The music began to play and I stood there waiting my uncle to draw near.

"You're going to teach me, are you? He inquired, moving closer. "I was nearly done with learning it for myself before you came in and interrupted me."

"A book can tell you what to do but never put you through the experience." I told him getting into the dancing position.

"Such wise words from someone so young." He said getting into the dancing position as well.

"Well I guess you could say I have good experience in that area." I said beginning to dance.

"Oh really. How so?" My Uncle asked beginning to move with the music.

"I've read every book in this castle but never experienced one of its adventures in my life." I said in a sad but still cocky tone.

"I see." My Uncle replied back.

We danced for a bit more and every minute became more and more phenomenal. My Uncle was surprisingly good at dancing. As time went on he began try more and more different things. I assumed it all what the book had told him. He dipped and span me but still kept our little experience elegantly simple.

"Are you sure this is your first time dancing?" I asked in amazement.

"Yes." He said simply.

"I must say you are quite good. . . no. . .you're great! I don't think I've ever danced with anyone that was this good before." I chirped, congratulating him.

Uncle Zeref only smiled as the song came to an end. We dropped our posture and I walked over to the record, putting it back where it belonged.

"Now we eat."