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. Goldmoon echoed the stamp with a lighter
patting of her foot, just short of the sash's end. Riverwind
walked a few steps forward, pulling the sash in a teasing
manner, a hunter baiting a tigress.
Goldmoon pounced forward and scooped up the end of
the sash in one graceful motion. She gave it a tug and
Riverwind spun on his heel to face her. The hunter's look
was in his eyes again, and the torchlight glittering in his
blue irises made them appear red. Holding the sash between
them, the shepherd and the princess circled one another,
Goldmoon entranced by those eyes.
She had always found this dance a little silly, and never
understood its popularity. It seemed better suited to
children's play. Yet, as Riverwind fell to one knee and she
spun about him at the end of the sash, she suddenly
understood the dance's true meaning.
Riverwind gave a tug, and Goldmoon began spinning
toward him, winding herself into the sash. As soon as she
was within his reach, Riverwind caught hold of her and
pulled her self-tied form down to his knee. With his arm
wrapped about her, it seemed to Goldmoon that Riverwind
was not as large as her father, but there was no doubt he
was powerful, at the height of his manhood
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