A Trylle Fanfiction
Jasper Frost has never been an ordinary child. He could see and do things which nobody else could.
When he is rescued by a tracker and taken to the city Förening, Jasper is assured that this was where he truly belonged. However...
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A/N: Hey, awesome people! I'm back again. Above is another track from my The Illegitimate Prince playlist: All Of Me by Madilyn Bailey and Jason Chen. Preferably to be listened to, while you read the chapter. That's all. And I'm out!
Eleanor led me to a large, but sparsely-furnished room - which had cobwebs hanging from its vaulted ceiling and a smooth marble floor. "Now, I assume you have never formal-danced before."
"Uh, no. Our school's thanksgiving dances used to be very modern and up-to-date - and rather crazy."
"I could guess. But since, our Trylle society is not so up-to-date, we always make it a point to have the traditional formal waltz in our parties and balls. It is especially a necessity for you as the prince and the host of your debutante ball, to know how to dance gracefully - as almost every lady in your party would like to have a dance with you."
"No! I'm going to die."
"You won't. The main trick here is to remain on beat with the music and the fellow couples dancing around you. If you linger away from the beat, then . . . .presume it would be very bad indeed." Eleanor explained. "I'll give you some good Mozart background, and let's see how well you can dance to that."
"Hey! Hang on! I do not even have the elementary training about waltzing!" I protested, but my companion didn't listen. She began to play some kind of a piano-organ-violin composition on her cellphone, wordlessly took my right hand in hers and wrapped my left one around her waist gently, and then led me onto the dance floor.
Eleanor had a courteous smile on her face, her feet worked elegantly on the floor and her body movements were the most effortlessly beautiful. After a few moments of staring, I began to clumsily follow her footsteps.
We mostly just did the same footwork and moved radially, often danced on an invisible circle's perimeter, and sometimes I took my partner's finger and spun her on her toes.
Gradually as I began to get used to the rhythmic waltz pattern, Eleanor taught me more elegant moves - such as how to lift your partner off her toes, very gently by the waist, how to dip her gently in a circle, how to dance to a faster rhythm, how you bow before her and she bows back, before you take her hand and then commence into a waltz, how you farewell with a bow again.
The list could go on, and so could Eleanor's dancing tips. Do not refuse a dance. Don't do more than 1 consecutive dance with the same person. Be very gentle. Don't attempt in lifting very heavy or fat women. It is okay to ask someone for a dance, but someone who should make the standard cutoff.
I could not ask trackers, manksligs, servants or the poorer Trylle folks to dance with me; and if they were well-bred, they too would neither ask me for a dance nor accept my offer. Keep a respectable distance between yourself and your partner. Do not hold your partner very tight. Be courteous.
