[Unsurprisingly, it does, actually. Though she's not working any white magick into the dance as she goes, this is just purely giving in to the music and letting herself go. It's not too bad, all things considered, and when she feels him growing more and more comfortable she picks up the pace a little bit. The aroma around her turns sweeter, almost like honeysuckle, the world providing a natural perfume for someone who'd never taken the effort to wear any. It's a weird thing but...she's happy enough.]

Since I was young.

[Letting go she starts spinning around, her skirt flairing and her pigtails flying.]

Traditional dances have always been a hobby, someday I'll do it professionally. For now though, strangers at festivals will have to do. Though, you're not as bad as you may think you are.

[She stops and steps in close, winking up at him. His amusement mirrors her own, her eyes sparkling as they move.]

Got a name?