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„No, not very long“, he answered. „In fact I only started today. I have learned to dance however, and this is not that different as long as you don’t think too much about those blades on your shoes. Then you lose your balance.“ He grinned. That was the problem with most things, you just couldn’t do well if you worried too much.
„Yes, I’m the one.“ He was rather pleased that she remembered the spider races. He’d regretted that he hadn’t won, but he’d apparently made an impression regardless. „I’m Tristan. I’m your new thane, but don’t tell anybody yet. It’s a secret. I’m incognito.“ He pointed at his rather unfashionable clothes that he would never ever wear when he was working, no matter whether it was as a politician or as manager at that club with the female entertainers.
His smile widened. Tristan had a certain way of smiling that alternately made him look like a little boy and a man that only had one thing in mind, namely women. This time he was using the boy’s smile that was full of mischief.
He waited patiently for her to rent her own blades and watched amusedly as she entered the ice for the first time. She was doing rather well. She hand’t fallen yet or embarrassed herself in any other way.
„You could hold my hand if you are afraid of falling“, she suggested. „And then lean on one foot and push in a diagonal direction outwards.“ He furrowed his brow. „At least that’s what I’m doing. I’m afraid I’m not a particularly good teacher, and this may be entirely the wrong way and only lead to broken bones.“
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