Dancing.
What did Zandian dancing look like?
The band struck up the lovely melody again. The older male who’d sat next to Paal’s mother, Lidea, extended a hand as if inviting her to dance. Other elderly Zandians got up in pairs, delight shining in the smiles on their wrinkled purple faces.
Despite her age, Paal’s mother moved with light feet and grace as her partner spun her around the room. Leti found herself smiling despite her opinion of the female. She could see why Lidea got under Paal’s skin. She struck Leti as superficial, selfish, and judgmental. And that was based on the way she treated her son, not the way she looked down at a human slave.
Leti didn’t give a flying pile of excrement about that.
She didn’t give a flying pile of excrement about much of anything except reconcil
