Vivian nearest the kitchen and her nose twitched at the rich scent of food. This was not Olga's cooking, the old woman had seemed to have come with the house. She was stiff and stern as she could be with Vivian, never pleased when the red head stole a cookie. She was a good cook but the smell in the air was more than a simple brunch, it was rich, lively, sizzling and tugging at her stomach. She had only made a sandwich for herself the evening before, her stomach demanded more. Vivian found herself curious as to who was cooking in the kitchen.  She turned the corner and stepped in ready to greet the team of people who must be-<br/><br/>There was one single form, their hum tangling with the sizzle of the meat, the hiss of the aroma, the scrapping of pans on burners without hands to guide them. Her green eyes tried to find the source of some invisible strings by the items of the kitchen dancing to the rhythm of a single orchestrator, golden locks swirling in a whirlwind wife.<br/><br/>Vivian had never seen anything like it. She felt herself tense as she was spotted, the dancer swept across to her before criming in a bow, she bent at the hips in a sharp manner, like a puppeteer resting their hands for a moment.<br/><br/>"Oh well..." She wasn't sure what to make of the woman, was she well? Was this normal? Vivian knew she lived in a bubble, her world left to what her Master wished to share and the man had a reputation for being a purest stuck in old ways, she was not one to interrupt this. He had not shared anything about people who danced in the kitchen, and meals that prepped themselves. Her gaze had barely left the woman and drifted to the pots when another voice added itself to the mix.<br/><br/><i>"Daaaarrrrlllliiiinnnng."</i><br/><br/>It floated in from behind her, the clicking of shoes followed.  A man strided in with the proud pompus of a peacock, a small and a wink that made the poor woman so unsure what was happening. Her gaze could barely drift back to the woman still broken at the hip and slung forward.<br/><br/>*Yesterday had started with her drowning in blues, gasping for air, fighting to keep her head above water and standing her ground.  This moment was something else, she felt like for a moment she was deep in the garden, lost in the flowers. The sizzling of the kitchen echoed the buzzing of the bees. She was small and lay in the cool dirt staring up at the hydrana's, the smell of lavender in the air. A small spider was crawling up the stem to find a home in the flower petals, a golden bee dancing above in search of sweet pollen to make a meal of. *<br/><br/>Vivian was pulled from such daydreams as the man suddenly commented on her hair. She frowned, her left hand fluttering up behind her head feeling the slightly longer strain. She worried that trying to cut it herself would only worsen the chop job. It had symbolic but she already felt like she missed her long locks. It seemed the golden bee beside her also did not like the spider but his arrival seemed to spring her back into action, startling the ginger and making her jump. She took a step back, her heart was in her chest again as she watched the bee dance around seeing each flower, checking it pollen.<br/><br/>The kitchen had never seemed so... Alive. Master liked everything in its place, life had a rhythm built around her Master's will. He liked an orderly home, this seemed to have no order.<br/><br/>The woman buzzed back to her only to deflate at the hips once more. "Um..." her lips parted but for once she was at a loss of words as she stepped back. Her gaze had darted back to the man, she was certain her eyes had not deceived her, the clothes upon had been vibrant purple before. His finger wiggled at her and she found a huff forming in her chest, This  would be the man who stripped her of her black.<br/><br/>The moment rushed in, the chaos expanded at the door open and the home came to life. A violin filling the air as the air exploded with a musical rhythm. A hand caught her wrist and there was a gasp as she was tugged against a chest,<i>Its him</i>, she simply knew, who else would, who else had the rich smell to him like William. Her head tilted back, hitting his chest as she peeked up at the man who towered over her, his head lowered and her face quickly looked forward as if fearful he would take advantage of her exposed features. She felt her cheeks grow dark as his warm breath triggered a shiver down her spine.<br/><br/>He twirled her to the rhythm, even as he led, her toes held her own. She had taken dance but the only partner she had were instructors. She had never danced with others, swayed to an unorthodox band. She wanted to believe the feeling she had was anxiety, not excitement. How could she find joy when she stayed in mourning but for a small moment it was fun. Her dress lifted a bit with the twirl, she had not expected it but she had enjoyed the discovery.<br/><br/>For a moment she moved with him, her gaze catching him. It took a moment to catch herself, realize what she was doing. She fought the beat inside of her and tried to still in his grasp. It felt like she was breaking an old rule from the last reign.<br/><br/>"William," she peeked past his arm at the woman. She wanted to ask questions, they with thick in her throat but she swallowed them down refusing to not seem knowledgeable. "Will it always be so.. lively with you here now?" It was the best way to put it, she was young but being raised in a home of elders had taught her to restrict some impulses.