Thankfully, part of growing up in a royal court meant learning a dance or two.
He can see the way Wrathion's eyes go a little wider, the familiar unease settling into his frame when he's faced with something he doesn't quite know how to handle and can't admit openly to it. It's up to Anduin to save him from himself, it appears, and in the next moment his hand slips to grasp the dragon's warmly, guiding one to his hip and the other out to one side.
"It's alright. We'll start slow."
He's felt it too, that compulsion to dance around the room, the source unknown. But of all the things they've been compelled to do lately? This seems more harmless than the rest, and besides. They're here together, aren't they?
Anduin gives a reassuring smile, clearly more at ease with this setting. Even the finery he's found for himself, deep velvety blues and fanciful gold embroidery trim, seems to suit him entirely. A little more elaborate than his normal formal wear but not too outside the realm of familiarity.
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He can see the way Wrathion's eyes go a little wider, the familiar unease settling into his frame when he's faced with something he doesn't quite know how to handle and can't admit openly to it. It's up to Anduin to save him from himself, it appears, and in the next moment his hand slips to grasp the dragon's warmly, guiding one to his hip and the other out to one side.
"It's alright. We'll start slow."
He's felt it too, that compulsion to dance around the room, the source unknown. But of all the things they've been compelled to do lately? This seems more harmless than the rest, and besides. They're here together, aren't they?
Anduin gives a reassuring smile, clearly more at ease with this setting. Even the finery he's found for himself, deep velvety blues and fanciful gold embroidery trim, seems to suit him entirely. A little more elaborate than his normal formal wear but not too outside the realm of familiarity.