Of Thorns and Glamour

Dancing on Thin Air

I dance, and I dance and I dance until my feet were raw in pain, meeting men, woman and entities alike who I had very little interest for. At least that was until a young man, whose black curly hair is pulled back tightly and his eyes are a deep warm gold. His dark purplish black skin hand with painted gold flecks decorating it offers to take mine for the next dance. As I observe his mask that is a sky blue, contrasting against his eyes makes them glow behind them and my hand is already in his as if my hand had a mind of its own. His back has elegant creamy white feathered wings that  fold in tightly to not bump into other dancers behind him. I move with him in tune to the music easily, "If you were at my court, this would be far less boring," he says in a voice of sweet honey and mischief tones. I arch my brows, although he cannot see it behind my mask. "We would be flying instead."

Suddenly our feet leave the safety of the floor, and he lifts me above the crowd with his wings still closed behind him. My breath is caught in my throat as we move higher and higher. I can tell he is using levitation majick so that way his powerful wings don't blow away the guests below. "Much better," he chuckles as he looks at my surprised face, seeing the shock in my eyes. The court below doesn't seem to notice us above, and the music continues. "Better to not be seen when so much can be seen from below," he offers, and I blush intensely, "I have been wanting to dance with you for hours."

I hold onto his hand tightly, fear of falling back down to the crowd, but we continue dancing until I am out of breath. Noticing my exhaustion we move to the balcony above the ball room and he sets us down gracefully.

"I have never danced like that, ever," I say out of breath, and he smiles down on me, "seems like it would be exhausting to dance that way."

He smiles and explains that is a tradition to dance that way, and who ever is dancing last is crowned victor of the night. "We allow everyone from our court, no matter their status." I smile and realize I genuinely like this winged god. " I am Prince Ailos, of the Sky and Wind court," he bows and I curtsy back politely, "and you are?" I almost forgotten that no one is suppose to know who I am due to the masks we wore.

I hold my hands behind my back and smirk, "You are not suppose to reveal yourself at a masquerade my prince." He leans against the railing next to me and gives a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "What if I told you I was no one of importance, just a part of a lowly court?"

Another shrug in his shoulders and he looks around, "There are many prizes to be won here tonight. You could make whole allegiances over a dance with how many courts are here, no matter how lowly." I glance down at the dancing gods below and understand what he means.

My eyes turn back to him, "Then what if I told you I was the best allegiance then?" His head turns back to me quickly and he gives me a good look.

"I think you are more than any prize or allegiance, my princess," I look over at him and his mask is off. I gaze at his pleasant face, his lips with gold paint, "I am assuming this is not to your plans of marriage?" He offers, and I shake my head, "Yes your father is very meticulous on how your court works." I think on what my lessons were of his court, his family was one of interest, and Ailos was the oldest of two with his sister being fairly younger than him.

I remember seeing his family before in our court, and they ruled every sky on every mortal planet that mortals occupied. "I heard your kind is often thought as miracle workers," I think on what our alliance might mean, but I still cannot fathom being married to him, or to anyone, not yet. "Maybe you can get my father to change his mind."

He smirks but it falls from his lips, "I think most of us would rather rip off our wings before going against your father." I don't disagree with him there.