Finishing her song, Abia sat there and sighed, closing her eyes as the crackling of the fireplace was the only sound she could hear. Her mind filled with the calm silence as she began to imagine herself dancing the Moonlight Enchanting waltz. A smirk creeped onto her face. This was a song she had written, so the dance is original as well. Problem is, she doesn't really know how to dance. Giggling to herself, she stood from her stool and glanced around the empty room, smiling at unseen faces. She imagined a man standing just in front of her, bowing in a very gentlemanly manner, while she in her shabby clothing curtsied back as if she were decked out in the finest dress in the land. With the grace of a royal, she straightened, as did her imaginary suitor, and they began to glide across the floor, taking care not to hit any of the tables. So she danced, by herself, what she imagine the Moonlight Enchanting waltz to be, to music she heard only in her head, with a man who did not exist outside of her fantasy. Even though she was deep in her imagination, she was still aware of her solitude in reality, and couldn't help but laugh as she awkwardly, and clumsily, danced by herself, thinking a bit on the side how crazy she might look to somebody who decided to peek into her bar.