"Forgive me, I—" There was little chance for him to finish his apology or even process why he was doing so in the first place, when a large group of partygoers hurried past the two of them. Their voices clashed with the lilting music that floated through the air, and Faustus suddenly found himself pushed forwards by the sudden crowd of bodies that had come prancing by. Even the little baubles that had floated lazily by them previously were bustled about and rattling with an almost shrill annoyance at the disturbance.
From where they were standing, it was clear it was time to either move or be absorbed by the massive tree his aunt had put in the corner of the room. Concealed by the sudden appearance of the oblivious crowd, Faustus acted without thinking. He reached out and seized Miss Skovgaard by the waist, reaching down with his other hand to take hers. In a quick pivot, he maneuvered them out of the way, just barely escaping being clipped on the shoulder by a guest's flailing gestures.
"Are you alright?" He asked, once out of their reach. He glanced down at her. Had he steered them out of the way in time, or had she gotten caught in the sudden onset of bodies? From what he could see she looked alright, and had certainly suffered much worse at the hands of the Sanditon Hurricane. But his heart was pounding in his chest all the same, so much so that it took a few seconds for him to realize they had ended up completely behind the large decorated tree. As if confirming that fact, a small branch flopped onto his shoulder, scattering pine needles all over the both of them.
From where they were standing, it was clear it was time to either move or be absorbed by the massive tree his aunt had put in the corner of the room. Concealed by the sudden appearance of the oblivious crowd, Faustus acted without thinking. He reached out and seized Miss Skovgaard by the waist, reaching down with his other hand to take hers. In a quick pivot, he maneuvered them out of the way, just barely escaping being clipped on the shoulder by a guest's flailing gestures.
"Are you alright?" He asked, once out of their reach. He glanced down at her. Had he steered them out of the way in time, or had she gotten caught in the sudden onset of bodies? From what he could see she looked alright, and had certainly suffered much worse at the hands of the Sanditon Hurricane. But his heart was pounding in his chest all the same, so much so that it took a few seconds for him to realize they had ended up completely behind the large decorated tree. As if confirming that fact, a small branch flopped onto his shoulder, scattering pine needles all over the both of them.