Daegsatz tilted his head, attempting to clumsily mime the movements. He'd never been exposed to the more delicate and refined pleasantries of Hyurs. Dancing of this sort was a very far cry from the usually inebriated flailing of limbs that typically served as a dance activity. The elegant movements contrasted heavily with the Roegadyn's stocky form as he attempted to replicate the manoeuvres. He crossed his arms, frequently glancing down at his feet in an attempt to gauge whether or not they were in the correct position. He felt a ruddiness rise to his face as he realised how foolish he must look.
Reaching the end of the routine, the Sea Wolf rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. "Be a wee bit confusin', aye? What be the point o' a dance with no touch o' yer partner?" Nonetheless, he attempted to repeat the movements from memory before losing track of one of his feet, the rest of the routine escaping him.
"I be a poor pupil in th' subject, lass," Daegsatz confessed sheepishly.
Reaching the end of the routine, the Sea Wolf rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. "Be a wee bit confusin', aye? What be the point o' a dance with no touch o' yer partner?" Nonetheless, he attempted to repeat the movements from memory before losing track of one of his feet, the rest of the routine escaping him.
"I be a poor pupil in th' subject, lass," Daegsatz confessed sheepishly.
