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There was a pause in the music, and Goldmoon became
aware that all about them young men were taking the
opportunity to snatch kisses from their "helpless" partners.
Her heart beat with anticipation. With a flick of her tongue,
Goldmoon moistened her lips, but Riverwind held her
stiffly, his eyes averted from her face, staring out into the
starlit night.
Though his face was stem, Goldmoon could tell that he
was breathing more heavily than the dancing's pace
warranted, and with her arm pressed against his naked
chest, she could feel his heart pounding.
Goldmoon leaned closer. Riverwind's breathing
quickened. He started to turn his face directly to hers when
the flute trilled without warning and the dance resumed.
Riverwind and all the other "hunters" gave a tug on
their sashes, sending the "tigresses" spinning outward like
tops. In a flurry of laughter and bright-colored clothes, each
woman shifted around the next man.
"I'll have that flute player flogged!" Goldmoon
muttered to herself as she smiled politely at her new partner,
Hartbow, Watcher's son. They repeated the same silly
pantomime with his blue sash. Hartbow's eyes were blue,
too, but the light did not catch them the way it had
Riverwind's, and Hartbow's look was not very predatory
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