Iris's hands rested on the open book in her lap as her gaze lingered on the students, standing on the hardwood floor. She was sitting cross legged with her back against the wall. She wished for a pillow or two to sit on and to lean her back against. The marble wall was cold, and the hardwood floor was not even close to be comfortable.
The rhythmic footsteps of the group of girls were all that broke the silence. A faint smile touched her lips as she watched them wobble along the floor, barely keeping up with the angelic grace of Lady Luna.
A banquet and dance had been added to the end of the opening ceremony of the tournament, and immediately all girls had been called down here to be taught how to dance. Seeing their stiff, unsure motions and terrible feel for rhythm, Iris had little hope.