 Alba and Zachaël
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Zachaël” she replied, a friendly smile on her face. “My name is Welsh as a matter of fact; how did you know?” a look of surprise on her face now. No one in Canada has the foggiest about where her name came from or how to pronounce it when she’d been there studying.
Still dancing to the music, she couldn’t help but smile as her new friend Alba joined in with the dancing. Dancing really was all about having fun after all, even if you’re not the best, you can still try. She may look a fool but at least she was having fun. “Why don’t you come and join us Zachaël?” she called over to the man with the owl, gesturing with her hand to come join them. Although, she had the sneaking suspicion that he may not have been the dancing type. But then again, it would be rude not to ask.
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