A look of delight lit up Naeya's face as she spotted Orion following close behind. She never knew what to expect when it came to men and dancing. Some seemed open to the idea, and even professed to enjoy it. Others, however, seemed partial to throwing themselves off a cliff or diving into a Zith lair before attempting to move their hips to a beat. She was pleased to see that her companions belonged to the former category (especially since rescuing someone from the Zith had a tendency to be quite tricky business). While she waited for her companion to arrive, she picked up her skirt in order to give herself more room for movement. Pastel scales were exposed on her lower legs, glinting slightly in the tavern lighting. As the music picked up, she threw her left hand out and spun giddily around. The faces of fellow tavern patrons whirled past until she stumbled to a stop in front of Orion. The room continued to spin on without her help. "Well, come on then!" Naeya said, feeling more than a little breathless. She reached out to grab hold of Orion's hand, and attempted to pull him into a dance. Before they could get very far, however, an angry shout cut through the air, soon to be followed by a loud crash. "Oh petch," she cursed. Her nails dug into Orion's arm as she looked back at their Drykas friend with dismay. She'd missed the initial hit, though she heard the awful noise of fist meeting face, so all she saw through the small crowd was blood. And Rothyr, who seemed particularly unhappy to have a newly broken nose. Not that anyone blamed him for it. The man who Rothyr had decided to pick a fight with was huge. As he, and several of the people he seemed to be with, turned back towards the Drykas, she flinched for her companion after noting the unpleasant scowl on the man's face. Humans really shouldn't be allowed to look that enormous... Naeya didn't know whether it was drink or affinity for Rothyr that made her feel as though she ought to help the Drykas. Forgetting her size in comparison to the men, she spontaneously decided to intervene - hopefully with help. "Orion." Her voice was insistent as she glanced up at her short-lived dance partner. "Orion, we've got to do something. We can't just let him pick a fight with - with that!" Her mind made up, she began to push her way towards Rothyr, praying he wouldn't do anything stupid. ...Well, stupider. |