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Turkey had an idea, a very stupid idea, but what else could he do to distract that man from his thoughts?
His right hand was held and his left hand was guided to the other person's shoulder while a hand slid over his back, dragging him in an impromptu dance.
“Turkey, what are you doing?”
Turkey led him to the center of the room with gentle spins and small, calculated jumps. They didn't have any suitable music, but it wasn't necessary. The music was already in his heart and resonated in his mind. He just had to make Saps hear it and join in.
He didn't know Saps much unlike the other leaders like Cass, Legacy, or the crazy leader of island one, not even like Fluixon, the man who brought misery and war to both islands.
He had met a Saparata with sadness beneath that polite smile, with sorrow behind those deep black eyes. He knew a Saparata who pretended to be fine and enjoying the party.
Saps had spent the last few moments avoiding and politely cutting short the animated conversations he found himself drawn into. It was obvious from miles away that the poor man didn't want to be there, that he would probably rather be mourning the man he had killed. Could no one see his pain?
Turkey, even if he wanted to, could not ignore the other's pain, and his eyes did not want to move away from Saparata.
That's why he dragged him to a dance, to take his mind off things for a moment and block out the bad memories that were keeping him from enjoying himself for the first time since, well, since the leaders' assassination months ago.
In those eyes he had seen the horror at the endless deaths during the war, the determination as he descended from the volcano toward the colosseum to fight in a decisive duel, the resolve every time he wielded his sword or axe against his opponent, and the pain as he realized he had just killed the man who had once been his best friend.
And there, under the light of the lanterns hanging from the sandstone ceiling, amidst the wind that guided their steps, and ignored by the other people at the party, Turkey was able to see the softness in Saps' eyes, a softness that he knew existed but had never been able to witness for himself.
Left, right, one two spins and dumb smiles. That's what they shared that night.
The laughter washed away the bad thoughts that overwhelmed him for a moment, and Saps was grateful to Turkey, he really needed that.