[Kath]

"Goodness, Astilwen, must you always have things your way?"

The sudden outburst shocked Astilwen for a moment and she wondered if she'd gone too far. Hoping she hadn't she simply gave another smile and to her relief Tilionwen returned it and began to dance.

It was perhaps lucky that those who had been throwing odd looks their way before had turned back to what they were doing as the first few moments of this new activity were not smooth. Astilwen was not used to dancing with anyone taller than herself, and so it took her a while to adapt to Tilionwen's movements. She tried to keep any cries of pain caused by the other womans foot landing on her own to herself, but was apparently unsuccessful as Tiliowen kept apologising. Eventually though they settled into a rhythm, and danced until exhaustion claimed them

The two women slowly made their way back to their seats, muscles protesting due to sudden overuse after such a lack of it. Astilwen noted though that Tiliowen was now smiling without reservation, and felt that a few sore spots were a small price to pay for such an achievement. Grabbing two glasses of water from a nearby table she gave one to a grateful Tiliowen who gulped it down. Astilwen followed suit and then relaxed into the chair.

"So, is there anything more you would like to do?"

"Nothing that involves me leaving this chair again!" Her friend cried out, looking terrified at the prospect.

"Don't worry, I've got my way once tonight," she replied with a sly grin, receiving a glare in answer, "It's your turn to choose."