It had become such second nature for her to keep an eye on all the threads that it actually took some effort to not pay attention to them. Resisting the temptation to go check the wards, she stepped back into the crowd. There were more friends to visit, she hadn’t even made it out of the main ballroom.
Progress through the room was slow, as she kept seeing people to say hello to, short conversations and promises to catch up more soon. About halfway through the room someone caught her by the hand, pulling her onto the dance floor.
“Dance with me?” Havrik asked with a laugh as he swirled her around the floor.
“What would you do if I said no?” Taliana shook her head.
“Why would you say no?” He grinned, as they easily fell into the waltz.
“I can’t think of a reason,” Taliana enjoyed the dance, Havrik had always been her favorite to dance with. They never spoke much as they danced, but enjoyed the time together. Taliana found herself forgetting about the threads, about the wards, about anything other than the two of them on the dance floor.
“Any great plans this year, wishes?” Havrik asked as they finally edged away from the crowd and onto the balcony.
“I don’t even know what to expect,” she admitted, enjoying the moment of cold, “Everything has been so strange this year. Did I tell you about the fortune teller?”
“The one who predicted your future before the Masque?” Havrik laughed, “you know those fortune tellers are frauds, right?”
“As opposed to Wish Bringers?” She teased. Havrik shrugged, smiling. “But, how have things been going for you?”
“Pretty much the same,” he leaned against the railing, looking over the people inside, “the same as every year… is there anyone particularly interesting here this year?”
“I don’t know yet,” Taliana looked out over the grounds, “Do I have to pick my wish right now?”
“Before the night is up,” Havrik seemed to be focusing on someone in the crowd, but Taliana knew better than to ask what had caught his attention. Just as she saw the world differently than most of her friends, she knew that Havrik could see things very differently.
“A final dance before the night is through, then?”
“Of course,” Havrik rested an arm around her shoulder, giving a slight squeeze, “this year is a special one, your first year as the Keeper of the Threads, you should make it count.”
Taliana nodded, thoughts wrapping through her mind. She had completely forgotten about the birthday wish, it should have gotten far more thought in the preceding week.
“Don’t stay out too long,” Havrik vanished back into the crowd, leaving Taliana alone for a moment on the balcony, lost in thoughts.