<span style="color: #80FFFF">Even though wherever Lilian had stepped or touched, the ice that had been melted away simply returns. As it was a place full of magic, it was only logical to think that the ice and snow was a bit magical too. So, there really was no need to worry about anything melting and staying that way for good. Same with the necklace. It was made by one of the most powerful of winter fairies, so there was no need to fear. No amount of heat could make it melt, not even heat from the very sun itself.<br/><br/>As Glaciea slept on in the snow in the courtyard, hidden from view due to the large fountain behind her, in the midst of her dreams she could hear the sound of a violin being played. It was beautiful, majestic, and sounded so...free. Like the music itself had wings that allowed itself to fly away and go wherever it wanted, not bound to one place. Soaring through the sky, destination unknown, but wherever it was...it was definitely far, far away from here. She sighs softly, smiling more now.<br/><br/>Then, after a moment or two passes and the music continues, only getting louder, she stirs, and finally opens her eyes. She sits up, realizing that she had slumped over when she'd dozed off, the snow falling off of her when she does. Looking around, she realizes that the music was still playing, so it had not been in her dream that it was coming from. Wondering who could be playing such beautiful music, so lively and unique, she stands up, carefully looking around.<br/><br/>Passing the fountain, she stops in her tracks when she catches sight of a fairy she'd never seen before. One wearing a vibrant coat, reminding her of the colors in her dream from just moments before. She stood there, breathing lightly, her breath a puff of white fog from between slightly parted pale pink and plump lips. Her eyes mesmerized, her expression one of awe. She could not take her eyes off of the swaying figure, it was just too...too much. Too enchanting, too beautiful. Too warm. But...at the same time it was just right. In her mind she could not find the right words to describe the sight before her.<br/><br/>Her hand had come up to rest upon the frozen ice of the fountain, and she could not help but to step forward a bit more, as if drawn closer to the music coming from the violin. Which she noticed was on fire, the same with the bow that was dancing across the strings. The whole image was awe-inspiring, the flames upon the instrument, and the images that formed within the air. She couldn't take her eyes off the stranger, it was like she was in a trance, she could not control her own body movements. Glaciea couldn't help but notice the pendant around the stranger's neck, only given by the Snow Queen Bruma, which gave visitors permission to roam freely within the kingdom. So...this girl was a guest.<br/><br/>Glaciea had to speak up, she simply wanted to, but could not find the courage to do so. Instead, she waited for the girl to notice her standing there, and only when that happened to Glaciea move closer, away from the fountain, towards the new comer.</span>