When they danced, it was as if the music played by the shamans was just for them. It was as if they were dancing for each other, had rehearsed these steps their entire lives and were coming together for the first time. Dakshana felt a whisper of a thrill down her spine as Chadstone swayed with her, close enough to feel the coolness of his skin but not to touch. She turned, and he followed. He stepped, and she retreated. Dakshana didn’t know if they were even following the other dancers anymore, but that didn’t matter.
They mattered. Chadstone and Dakshana.
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