Ally had none of Aoi's reservations. Instead, she twirled to the song, bells jingling in her wake, waltzing about the shop. Her movements that of an untrained dancers, but filled with an innate joy. She spun, toes pointed, the black and blue strands floating about her face.<br/><br/>The fairy in the mural that Vi painted imitated her actions, scattering the butterflies as she moved through the forest.<br/><br/>Ally spun to a stop and stopped before Rose, skirts swishing about her as the folds settled itself over her form again.