Sastra finished her wine, and found that she felt delightfully alert to the man sat across from her, yet numb to the quiet chatter in the rest of the tavern. Then there was a steady beat of drums and the playful lift of a pair of fiddles, she sat up. Cheeks flushed from both the warm night air, and the wine. The tavern owner had explained that there would be dancing. Before Jason could protest, she was on her feet with a grin. Glancing back at the man she winked, watching as he scrambled to follow her. His water glass tipped over, water spilling across the table. He was flustered and she smiled, almost skipping away as he looked around for a cloth, before the buxom serving maid came to his rescue.
Frequently looking over her shoulder, Sastra paused in her playful stride as she watched th
