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May 16th, 1890 — Irvingly Spring Celebration
Josiah had been quietly enjoying the activities as they went on. He had tried his hand at some of the festival games, bought some things for his siblings and now the dance had begun. Lingering on the outskirts in his usual custom, he idly tapped his foot in time with the lively music being played. Others clapped their hands in time to the music but Josiah was content with his little foot tapping.

The very last thing that he had been expecting was to find himself with a woman in his arms. From what he was able to discern, she had tripped and fallen right into him. "Are you all right, miss?" He asked in his gently, shy way as he helped her stand back on her own two feet.

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Isis wasn’t really a dancer, not that she couldn’t it was just that she normally avoided balls, and the dance floor especially. She didn’t feel like the sort of pretty bird that men plucked from a crowd to dance with at parties like this. Her profession too intimidating, her blood status too questionable, or her appearance too ‘un-English’ to appeal to most who met her in abstraction.

It was the furtive skirting of the area where the dancing was taking place that had tripped her up – trying to stay out of the way of the dancers had taken her too close to the feet of a gentleman and sent her tripping into his lap. His grip was firm but gentle and although there was nothing harassing in his hands but she righted herself quickly and extricated herself from his hands, as though burned by touch. ’Fine, I’m fine’ she muttered quickly, smoothing her white blouse, and long navy blue skirt was hardly festive, but the shawl around her shoulders was of a rich deep fabric that she had procured in Sharm El-Sheikh and only served to highlight the fact that she was not entirely English.

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