Zevran's Gift

[Nathaniel]

"Yes, Zevran."

Nathaniel's voice was soft, timid, and flat in tone. He kept his green eyes trained on the floor, his auburn hair neatly brushed back into a waist-length braid, his delicate hands clasped behind his back. As he walks, his slippered footfalls are nearly silent; his silk trousers and bare chest provide barely any additional noise, and his wings are folded gently against his back, scarcely rustling. Unobtrusive. Minimal. Obedient.

He walks to Phoebe without complaint, giving a deep bow. "I understand you are to be my teacher today?" he asks, his voice timid.

[Phoebe]

"That ah am," she says brightly, giving him a solid look over. Damnation he's right pretty. Almost a color shifted Madame Zevvy. Bit longer in the leg, but a softer face. Light step, good balance, good muscle tone. "Not so much a teacher as yet though. More like Imma see whatcha already know so we can plan things out. What kind of talents ya got? Wait, where'ah my manners!"

Stepping closer, she offers her hand and a bright smile. "Name's Phoebe of Still Water, how y'all doing?"

[Nathaniel]

"Nathaniel," he replies, with a deep bow and a slight flourish of his hand. "I am pleased to be of service. What shall I demonstrate for you?"

His voice matches his form: pleasant, light, boyish. 

[Phoebe]

"Nice voice," she comments, grinning. "Betcha you'd do wonders at reading poetry or stories. Done any of that sorta thang before?"

[Nathaniel]

"Some poetry. I dance better," he adds, peeking through his long red hair shyly.

[Phoebe]

"Dance huh? Got a favorite style?" Phoebe asks, realizing why Zevvy picked her for this. 

[Nathaniel]

"no ma'am," he says quietly. "I do as I'm asked. I am particularly skilled in the more erotic arts."

[Phoebe]

Hooo boy. Okay then. "Well... iffen I said for ya ta dance, what would you pick? What kind is easiest for you? Which kind do you feel best about doing?"

[Nathaniel]

"Anything you like, ma'am," he says quietly, but he lifts his head, studying her. "Perhaps the pole?"

[Phoebe]

"Sure! Your choice. We'll run down all ya'll's favorites today but start with what'cha want," she says encouragingly.

[Nathaniel]

"Of course, ma'am," he says quietly, inclinding his head. "Is there music you would prefer or shall I demonstrate technique?"

[Phoebe]

"Just go for technique and then we can hash out some songs for ya," Phoebe replies after a moment. Easier to do once I get a feel for yer flow anyhow.

[Nathaniel]

"Yes, ma'am," he says, with a bow. He takes two steps back, still in a bow, then, without warning, he springs into a back handspring, making his way across the room this way to land on the stage, dropping into another bow. 

[Tethras Clan]

Not bad, Zevran muses from the doorway. Far too focused to be combat useable, but very graceful. Tight movements, barely a hint of wobble- and I suspect that little was due to an unfamiliar floor.

[Phoebe]

"Brava! Good start, solid showmanship there sweetie!"