Hawke's journal

-=Hawke's outside today, squaring off with his Lockjaw. They both stare at each other, both unmoving as something unheard by the general public actually sets Hawke off. As the Lockjaw watches, Hawke attempts to practice something like this with the animal as a partner of sorts.=-

I have not had troubles with dance before. -=Hawke doesn't look entirely pleased with this as he tries to work on 'lifting' on the balls of his feet.=- There is little dancing. Not the way I learned it. It is...posturing like great birds do.

-=A turn, holding his arm out, and a :/ expression on his face.=- There truly is nothing more than this to dance? You do not truly touch another. There is no holding one close and sharing with their breath. It is... hopping on feet very slowly.

-=Yeah, that little flutter of his feet for a dance step? He executes it well enough, but he feels silly.=-

There will be other dances at this party, yes? Please?

-=If Hawke knew how to filter, he would have. Instead, he has to 'hide his words' as he makes this post. Hawke is still his usual state of undress, but he is very still when he speaks and doesn't make as many hand motions as he normally does.=-

If people cannot sleep well, I can help. Please come find me, and I will teach.


-=He looks over to the dreamcatcher that's off to the side, the one built for Negi.=-

Alphonse, I wish to come and visit, if I may. I believe I can be of some use.