[ there are times when her emotions override everything else and force her hand, but for the most part, she can respect someone that remains unruffled by their environment because it reminds her of herself. in part because she's clamped down on a secret for so long and vowed to protect her brothers from it that she can't tell the difference and the other part being how much she isn't a vulnerable, delicate little girl like she once thought Clary might be. she can play this game; she's good at it. Isabelle knows most of the steps and what she can't remember, she can learn again.

the dance steps of the crowd are varied. nothing too complex, however obviously fluid the locals made it. frankly, she's surprised she can hear the music at all since mundanes will happily dance themselves to death to the music of the Fair Folk. she's sufficiently marked against it, she has to hope. ] If we weren't each hand-picked for our ability to gracefully land on our feet and keep going, I'd be a little disappointed.

[ she places one hand on his shoulder and takes his hand in her own again. it takes some self-restraint not to lead the dance herself. the only reason she withholds is because of his words. this one's not without his charm, even if he's visibly missing everything else that she aims for in men. ] The pleasure's all mine, Legolas. If I sat there for one more minute listening to them drone on, I'd have let them bore me to death.